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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cold stone chapel
Guttering flame
Mud on my boots
Blood on my name
Scrolls on the altar
Sealed in wax
Oaths like chains across my back
[Chorus]
Vox templarius
(In the dark I answer)
Speak for the buried dust
(For the fallen lances)
Deus vult
But do You hear
Steel and psalter
Sweat and fear
Vox templarius
Broken
Yet I sing
[Verse 2]
April rain on rusted mail
Crow feathers caught in a shattered scale
Whispers in Latin
Counting scars
France at my feet
Eyes on the stars
[Chorus]
Vox templarius
(In the dark I answer)
Speak for the buried dust
(For the fallen lances)
Deus vult
But do You hear
Steel and psalter
Sweat and fear
Vox templarius
Broken
Yet I sing
[Bridge]
If I am judged by sword and flame
Remember my hunger more than my fame
Bread to the poor
Wine to the lame
Lord
Write that line beside my name
[Chorus]
Vox templarius
(In the dark I answer)
Speak for the buried dust
(For the fallen lances)
Deus vult
But do You hear
Steel and psalter
Sweat and fear
Vox templarius
Broken
Yet I sing
Details
GeneratedMar 27, 2026
Duration3:07
LanguagePL
Style
Slow, solemn medieval ballad with male vocals; open with unaccompanied chant, then add droning fiddle and soft frame drum. Verses stay intimate and narrow in range, chorus widens with stacked monk-like harmonies. Occasional church bell tones and faint organ swell for sacred weight, ending on a hushed, lingering vocal chord.
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LogistikModelAria v5
Prompt
Vox templarius France, 1230'
