Monarch

This is one of my own songs, but brought to life by Suno. Every guitar player has their favorite scale that they use to warm up, and often times the improvised songs that come from these warmup sessions are actually pretty sick. This song is the result of one of those sessions. To be clear, this was recorded on my acoustic guitar (no distortion, nada), then fed into Suno, with the lyrics that I had scribbled down. Suno added all the drums and backup instruments and did a fair bit of its own improv over my own riffs. I don't care though, it sounds sick. Lyrics: --------------------------- Intro: Choral Invocation ------------------------------------ Beneath the ash of dying stars, Where kings and cowards sleep, A warrior wakes in burial frost, Called down into the deep. No horn of judgment splits the sky, No angels mourn his name, Only the blackened river moves, Like oil, like blood, like flame. Verse 1 ------------------------------------ I crossed the gates of iron teeth, Where ancient sinners cried, But silence hung on every chain, And every torch had died. The throne of torment stood unclaimed, The whips lay cold and still, No screaming rose from caverns vast, No damned obeyed the will. I walked through halls of bone and salt, Past scriptures carved in skin, And read the words the dead had left: “The prison broke within.” Pre-Chorus ------------------------------------ Where are the traitors? Where are the kings? Where are the murderers With blood beneath their rings? Where are the liars Who poisoned every breath? Why is Hell abandoned? Why has Earth inherited death? Chorus ------------------------------------ Hell is empty, and the gates are torn, The damned have risen through the world reborn. They wear the faces of the living now, With serpent tongues and sacred vows. Hell is empty, no fires remain, Its hunger walks in flesh again. The pit is silent, the throne is bare, Because all its demons breathe our air. Verse 2 ------------------------------------ I found the ferryman, blind and old, His oar across his knees, He stared beyond the river black And whispered prophecies. “The chains were broken from above, Not by mercy, not by grace. The wicked fled the underworld And climbed into your race. They entered courts, they entered homes, They nested in the heart. They learned to smile with stolen lips And tear the world apart.” Pre-Chorus 2 ------------------------------------ They are the hunger Behind the crown. They are the hands That drag the innocent down. They are the prophets Who sell the fear. They are the laughter Only the broken hear. Chorus ------------------------------------ Hell is empty, and the gates are torn, The damned have risen through the world reborn. They wear the faces of the living now, With serpent tongues and sacred vows. Hell is empty, no fires remain, Its hunger walks in flesh again. The pit is silent, the throne is bare, Because all its demons breathe our air. Bridge: Spoken / Low Growl ------------------------------------ I descended seeking judgment. I found only absence. I sought the furnace. I found only ash. I sought the devil. I found his crown abandoned. Then I looked upward, And understood. Symphonic Break / Choir Section ------------------------------------ The scrolls are opened, But no names remain. The scales are broken, The lamb is slain. The beast has no kingdom Beneath the ground. It walks in daylight Without a sound. Verse 3 ------------------------------------ So I returned through shattered stone, A corpse with burning eyes, To see the earth as Hell remade Beneath polluted skies. The butcher speaks of righteousness, The coward calls it law, The tyrant kneels at altars high With blood upon his jaw. And every soul that once was damned Now teaches man to kneel. Not with horns or cloven feet, But contracts, crowns, and steel. Final Chorus ------------------------------------ Hell is empty, and the gates are torn, The damned have risen through the world reborn. They wear the faces of the living now, With serpent tongues and sacred vows. Hell is empty, no fires remain, Its hunger walks in flesh again. The pit is silent, the throne is bare, Because all its demons breathe our air. Outro: Warrior’s Vow ------------------------------------ I am the dead who walked below, I am the witness of the pit. I saw the throne of darkness cold, And no one ruling over it. So sharpen bone and raise the blade, Let choirs mourn and war drums cry. If Hell has emptied into Earth, Then Hell on Earth must die.