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[Intro]
Storm-bells over starlit stone,
Ash on the wind, we march as one.
A single band that bends all will—
Tonight we break the nightmare’s seal.
[Verse 1]
From green and quiet fields we came,
Footsteps drumming like a war-torn rain;
Nine cold shadows hunt our breath,
Crows of night that sing of death.
But in my palm this burden burns,
A secret sun that twists and turns;
Through broken roads and bitter cold,
We carry hope like hammered gold.
[Pre-Chorus]
Light is a blade in the deepest mine,
A whisper of dawn through the longest night;
By oath and fire, by steel and sky,
We swear the dark will learn to die.
[Chorus]
Ride with the thunder in our veins,
Over the stone, through shadow and flame;
Tyrant circlet, forged from night—
We’ll feed you to the mountain’s light.
Call out the stars to guide us home,
Through ash and storm and ancient loam;
Forge of my heart, strike true, strike higher—
Carry me home through the mountain of fire.
[Verse 2]
Under the earth where the old drums roll,
We faced the guardian carved from coal;
Bridges shatter, angels fall,
But mercy stands where swords are small.
White towers wake to the horns of day,
Fields run wild where the riders pray;
Across the Pelennor’s torn design,
We drew a line the night can’t cross this time.
[Pre-Chorus]
Light is a blade in the deepest mine,
A whisper of dawn through the longest night;
By oath and fire, by steel and sky,
We swear the dark will learn to die.
[Chorus]
Ride with the thunder in our veins,
Over the stone, through shadow and flame;
Tyrant circlet, forged from night—
We’ll feed you to the mountain’s light.
Call out the stars to guide us home,
Through ash and storm and ancient loam;
Forge of my heart, strike true, strike higher—
Carry me home through the mountain of fire.
[Bridge]
Lay down the weight, brave, quiet hand;
Soft as the earth, you held this land.
When all seems lost and courage thin,
A friend’s small light can still begin.
(Guitar Solo)
[Final Chorus]
Ride with the thunder in our veins,
Over the stone, through shadow and flame;
Tyrant circlet, forged from night—
We cast you to the mountain’s light.
Call out the dawn to lead us home,
Crowns unmade and kings dethroned;
Forge of my heart, burn ever higher—
Carry us home through the mountain of fire.
[Outro]
Storm-bells fade to a silver hum;
The wheel unbinds, the night is done.
The road runs on, beyond the sun—
And we, at last, are home as one.
Musikstyle
Epic symphonic power metal, 170 BPM, E minor. Galloping guitars, double-kick, twin leads, huge anthemic chorus; cinematic orchestra & choirs, soaring clean tenor, break, key-change finale, no djent.