Storm the Gates of France
Crossover Thrash
Male
BPM210
Idea
Thrash metal song of group of warriors with swords in hand invading france to create new land
Prompt
Crossover Thrash, Male, BPM210, Crossover Thrash, Male, BPM210, Crossover Thrash with fast-paced yelling male vocals. High-speed D-beat drumming and buzzsaw guitar riffs. Chaos and adrenaline. Lyrics depict the frenzy of swords clashing on French soil. Raw and unpolished production style emphasizing the brutality of invasion.
Models
[verse]
Forging the steel in the shadowed night
A hunger for glory ignites the fight
Through storm and ruin, the warpath drawn
To seize the crown at the break of dawn
[verse]
Hammers ring in the forge’s heart
Vows of vengeance tear worlds apart
Legions thunder ’cross frozen plains
A tide of fury that breaks all chains
No crown of gold, no borrowed throne—
This kingdom’s built on blood and bone
[pre-chorus]
Through ash and ice, through bleeding skies
We march where even the brave may die
No mercy left in the victor’s cry—
For conquest calls, we storm these halls!
we yous their bones to biuld these walls
i'll seal your fate
send you to the pits of hell (oh yeah)
[chorus]
Raze the spires, shatter the gates!
Hear the war-drums seal their fates!
With blades held high, we own the sky
No quarter given—we do or die!
Blood for honor, steel for land—
An empire born by our command!
WE NNEVER STAND ALONE AHHHHH!
[verse]
Golden fields now stained with dread
As the hosts of the conquered flee or plead
No law but power, no creed but might
We trample crowns in the pale moonlight
Their fortress falls, their banners rend—
We raise our own where kingdoms end
[pre-chorus]
Through ash and ice, through bleeding skies
We march where even the brave may die
No mercy left in the victor’s cry—
For conquest calls, we storm these walls!
[chorus]
Raze the spires, shatter the gates!
Hear the war-drums seal their fates!
With blades held high, we own the sky
No quarter given—we do or die!
Blood for honor, steel for land—
An empire born by our command!
[bridge]
Witness their legions turn to dust
In the wake of our burning trust
This ground is fed by tears they’ve wept
On graves of old, our throne is kept
[Interlude]
Hear the war-horns blast the air— None shall rule but those who dare
Rend! Break! Crush! Command!
One land to hold, one law to stand!
[break]
Thunder roars across the field
Shields are splintered, spears are steeled
Rage and ruin, pride and pain—
A world remade through fire and rain
[chorus]
Raze the spires, shatter the gates!
Hear the war-drums seal their fates!
With blades held high, we own the sky
No quarter given—we do or die!
Blood for honor, steel for land—
An empire born by our command!Ohhhh!