

Prompt / Lyrics
Shrine. Shrine. In a build there is a flour, and in a seed there lies an apple tree. Within the womb of the goddess a hidden promise, a hero - one in ages to finally be set free. In the cold snow on winters night, there is a spring waiting until the time is right. Something only to be revealed within its season. To which that - it shall grant reason. From the past with which you claim to be written in steel, forge you future. With every summer comes a mystery, and something about history revealed. In this life yes - there is also an end, yet there is no hope without fear and our time together shall always be near. We will find our piece of immortality when we come together again at the end of eternity. From the past with which you claim to be written in steel, forge you future. With every summer comes a mystery, and something about history revealed. There is a song in every silence, awaiting you to hear her melody among tyrants. Just as the twilight after each darkness grants you solace. Within the autumn fallen leaves there is a secret, about life - death - rebirth, and our ultimate victory. At the end of all we consider yesterday. Hallow. Hallowed.
Tags
Folk, Metal, Rap, Male, Tribal Drumming with strong Irish vocals, raddles and tambourine supporting the chorus and drops
2:06
No
2/12/2026