Ride, Coen
v4
@Quách Lam Ngọc
Ride, Coen
v4
@Quách Lam Ngọc
كلمات
[Verse 1]
Coen dreamed beneath the old oak beam
Of banners torn by battle cries
A knight in steel, a steady hand
With honor burning in his eyes
Beyond the fields, the ravens flew
The village bells rang out in fright
A vampire lord from ruined stone
Sent hungry minions through the night
[Pre-Chorus]
His father’s blade above the hearth
Held years of weather, sweat, and scars
Coen drew it from the dust
And swore by earth and blood and stars
[Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride where the black gates stand
With your father’s sword and your heart unbent
Let the dark lord learn from a mortal hand
That a vow once made is a vow well spent
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
For the ones who wait by the village door
[Verse 2]
He crossed the hill at break of dawn
Past broken carts and fields of ash
He found the minions at the wall
And met their teeth with sparks that flashed
One fell beneath the chapel bell
One fled beneath the cedar trees
The last stood trembling in the mud
And named the lord beyond the seas
[Pre-Chorus]
At dusk he reached the castle road
Where iron thorns enclosed the stone
The moon hung pale above the tower
And every step he walked alone
[Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride where the black gates stand
With your father’s sword and your heart unbent
Let the dark lord learn from a mortal hand
That a vow once made is a vow well spent
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
For the ones who wait by the village door
[Bridge]
The lord came down in a coat of night
With a crown like frost and a voice like rain
“You are one young man against endless dark”
Coen answered, “Then remember my name”
Steel met claw by the ruined well
Red sparks leapt where the old stones shone
The sword sang true in Coen’s grip
And the vampire faced the dawn alone
[Final Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride, let the whole land hear
The dark has cracked and the night must yield
With your father’s sword and a heart sincere
You carried the brave from the village field
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
The vampire lord will rule no more
[Outro]
When the morning warmed the battered stone
Coen walked back through the open gate
No crown he sought, no throne, no praise
Just a village saved before it was too late
Coen dreamed beneath the old oak beam
Of banners torn by battle cries
A knight in steel, a steady hand
With honor burning in his eyes
Beyond the fields, the ravens flew
The village bells rang out in fright
A vampire lord from ruined stone
Sent hungry minions through the night
[Pre-Chorus]
His father’s blade above the hearth
Held years of weather, sweat, and scars
Coen drew it from the dust
And swore by earth and blood and stars
[Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride where the black gates stand
With your father’s sword and your heart unbent
Let the dark lord learn from a mortal hand
That a vow once made is a vow well spent
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
For the ones who wait by the village door
[Verse 2]
He crossed the hill at break of dawn
Past broken carts and fields of ash
He found the minions at the wall
And met their teeth with sparks that flashed
One fell beneath the chapel bell
One fled beneath the cedar trees
The last stood trembling in the mud
And named the lord beyond the seas
[Pre-Chorus]
At dusk he reached the castle road
Where iron thorns enclosed the stone
The moon hung pale above the tower
And every step he walked alone
[Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride where the black gates stand
With your father’s sword and your heart unbent
Let the dark lord learn from a mortal hand
That a vow once made is a vow well spent
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
For the ones who wait by the village door
[Bridge]
The lord came down in a coat of night
With a crown like frost and a voice like rain
“You are one young man against endless dark”
Coen answered, “Then remember my name”
Steel met claw by the ruined well
Red sparks leapt where the old stones shone
The sword sang true in Coen’s grip
And the vampire faced the dawn alone
[Final Chorus]
Ride, Coen, ride, let the whole land hear
The dark has cracked and the night must yield
With your father’s sword and a heart sincere
You carried the brave from the village field
Raise your blade, let the cold wind roar
The vampire lord will rule no more
[Outro]
When the morning warmed the battered stone
Coen walked back through the open gate
No crown he sought, no throne, no praise
Just a village saved before it was too late
النمط من الموسيقى
country melodic heroic bold acoustic melodic driving soaring, cinematic folk-country adventure, brisk driving acoustic guitar strum, resolute fiddle phrases, warm low drums, occasional mandolin accents, rising pre-choruses, wide anthemic choruses, gritty earnest male lead vocal, dynamic final battle climax, polished organic production
