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Throne of the Wirmking

AI-generated sound with SUNO written speech thanks to ChatGPT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you love this song, pleas like and subscribe for more contents ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🏰 Intro (ominous horns, stormwinds, choral whispers) “In the Age of Flame, One rose not from man… But from scaled ruin and wrath.” 🔥 Verse 1 Beneath the mountain's molten core, Where gods and mortals swore no more, The Wyrmking woke in chains of flame, A tyrant born without a name. His eyes are stars, his breath — decay, A crown of bone, the ash his prey. No oath can bind, no blade can scar— He rules where fallen empires are. 🐲 Chorus Throne of the Wyrmking! Scorched in fire, carved in stone! Forged from screams and hearts overthrown! All kings fall and kingdoms die— But the wyrm ascends the blackened sky! Throne of the Wyrmking! Ancient fire, endless night! A sovereign made of fang and might! Kneel or burn — no in-between— Before the king of scale and spleen. 🗡️ Verse 2 The highborn fell, the lowborn fled, The skies turned red with dragons dead. Yet still he rose with molten wings, To crush the bones of lesser kings. His voice — a curse upon the land, His tail — a whip, a flaming brand. From ruined spires to desert graves, He claims both heroes and their slaves. 🔥 Bridge (spoken over slow choral build-up) "He waits not on a throne of gold, But black obsidian, cracked and old. He waits not for your praise or pain— He waits… to rule the world again." (guitar solo: fierce and melodic, merging medieval modes with heavy tremolo-picking) 🐉 Final Chorus (choir layered, double tempo blast) Throne of the Wyrmking! Crowned in storms, kissed by fire! He reigns through blood, ash, and pyre! From buried tomb to shattered keep— He wakes, he flies, he does not sleep! Throne of the Wyrmking! No sword can cut, no fate undo— The age is gone… the fire is true! Let mortals scream, let tyrants flee— For none defy the dragon king! 🌑 Outro (dying embers, wind, deep growl) “Long live the Wyrmking…” (...or long may you burn.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------