The Fields of Ash
epic symphonic metal with female lead vocals, powerful female choir harmonies, celtic and viking folk elements, throat singing, cold northern atmosphere, orchestral arrangements, bagpipes and flutes, dramatic metal guitars, thunderous drums, icy wind intro, wolf howls, bridge with heavy rhythm and ritual throat singing, outro with wind and fading hooves sound https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) Two lords on hills of green and gold, Lord Harroway, proud and stern and old. Lord Blackwood, with a heart of stone, Each claimed the valley for his own. A whispered word, a stolen prize, Reflected fury in their eyes. A border stream, a fallen tree, Was all it took for them to disagree. (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war began to beat, On dusty roads and cobbled streets. For pride and land, the swords were drawn, And darkness fell before the dawn. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, A hollow, mournful, ringing sound. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Verse 2) Lord Harroway raised his banner high, A golden falcon in the sky. He called his sons, he called his men, "We'll never speak his name again!" Lord Blackwood, with a wolfish grin, Swore that his rival would not win. He sharpened steel, he promised pain, And summoned fire and freezing rain. (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war began to beat, On dusty roads and cobbled streets. For pride and land, the swords were drawn, And darkness fell before the dawn. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, A hollow, mournful, ringing sound. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Bridge) The valley bled for a year and a day, The green and gold all washed away. The sons were lost, the harvests failed, A silent, weeping sorrow wailed. Lord Harroway saw his castle fall, And Blackwood answered to no call, He stood alone on a blackened hill, Where everything was dead and still. (Guitar Solo - Melancholic and slow) (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war no longer beat, On empty roads and silent streets. For pride and land, the swords are rust, And all their glory turned to dust. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, No victory was ever found. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Outro) Two lords on hills of barren stone, Each reaps the bitter seeds he's sown. No winner's flag is left to fly, Beneath a cold and empty sky. No winner's flag... is left to fly...
epic symphonic metal with female lead vocals, powerful female choir harmonies, celtic and viking folk elements, throat singing, cold northern atmosphere, orchestral arrangements, bagpipes and flutes, dramatic metal guitars, thunderous drums, icy wind intro, wolf howls, bridge with heavy rhythm and ritual throat singing, outro with wind and fading hooves sound https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar https://songly.gift/ru/app/videos/create https://sinonim.org/song#res Lyrics (Verse 1) Two lords on hills of green and gold, Lord Harroway, proud and stern and old. Lord Blackwood, with a heart of stone, Each claimed the valley for his own. A whispered word, a stolen prize, Reflected fury in their eyes. A border stream, a fallen tree, Was all it took for them to disagree. (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war began to beat, On dusty roads and cobbled streets. For pride and land, the swords were drawn, And darkness fell before the dawn. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, A hollow, mournful, ringing sound. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Verse 2) Lord Harroway raised his banner high, A golden falcon in the sky. He called his sons, he called his men, "We'll never speak his name again!" Lord Blackwood, with a wolfish grin, Swore that his rival would not win. He sharpened steel, he promised pain, And summoned fire and freezing rain. (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war began to beat, On dusty roads and cobbled streets. For pride and land, the swords were drawn, And darkness fell before the dawn. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, A hollow, mournful, ringing sound. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Bridge) The valley bled for a year and a day, The green and gold all washed away. The sons were lost, the harvests failed, A silent, weeping sorrow wailed. Lord Harroway saw his castle fall, And Blackwood answered to no call, He stood alone on a blackened hill, Where everything was dead and still. (Guitar Solo - Melancholic and slow) (Chorus) Oh, the drums of war no longer beat, On empty roads and silent streets. For pride and land, the swords are rust, And all their glory turned to dust. They burned the bridges, salted the ground, No victory was ever found. The battle's done, the story's told, In fields of ash and bitter cold. (Outro) Two lords on hills of barren stone, Each reaps the bitter seeds he's sown. No winner's flag is left to fly, Beneath a cold and empty sky. No winner's flag... is left to fly...