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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bare feet on thorn
Silk torn on briar
Moon in the trees
Your torches get higher
I left the gate
Before the bell could ring
Now every branch
Knows I am the king's lost thing
[Pre-Chorus]
Run, run, little heart
Don't you fold, don't you slow
The creek hides my tears
From the men below
[Chorus]
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Blackwood run, don't you turn
I hear their hounds
I hear their steel
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Till the night learns how I feel
[Verse 2]
My glove fell off
By the old stone well
Your rider laughed
When he said I'd never tell
But I know this path
Where the foxfire blooms
And I know the name
Carved inside these woods
[Pre-Chorus]
Run, run, little heart
Don't you fold, don't you slow
The creek hides my tears
From the men below
[Chorus]
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Blackwood run, don't you turn
I hear their hounds
I hear their steel
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Till the night learns how I feel
[Bridge]
If I fall down
Let the moss be kind
If you find my crown
Hide it deeper in the pines
[Final Chorus]
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Blackwood run, don't you turn
I hear their hounds
I hear their steel
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Till the night learns how I feel
Blackwood run
Blackwood run
Blackwood run, and carry me
Details
GeneratedApr 24, 2026
Duration3:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Medieval dark folk-pop in a tense driving 6/8, with hand drum pulses, bowed strings, and stomping low percussion; verse rides close and breathy, pre-chorus opens into higher harmonies and a rising snare roll, chorus hits with full choir doubles and short chanty replies. Whispered ad-libs, reversed string swells, and a cold, wide mix with dirt under the boots., medieval
Credits
Prompt bySweetRocket833
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Medieval princess being chased through the woods crying
