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Originally Posted by CompelledToLacerate
My first attempt to write lyrics outside of the Star Wars Theme. I just was thinking of what to write while at work and stuff, and I'm thinking of writing music to the lyrics if they turn out alright when I finish them.
Laugh, cry, hate it, love it.
Intro:
Millenia ago
The steel was forged
Passed down through centuries
To the ancestors of truth
In this day and age
It's purity is threatened
Spawned by mediocrity
False musicians in the spotlight
They taint the iron hilt
Fusing and tampering it
They hope for evolution
The breed mutation
My Brothers, I stand here before ye
Our destiny is upon us
Strike down the false prophets
For we are the Sons of True Metal!
(bridge)
Enemies of the sound beware
Your hold on our youth shall be severed
We are here to tear the hold
Your mediocrity ends here
The stagnation of metal
Stains your callous hands
Generic, over-the-counter productions
All sold out and overrated
Bridge:
Whine about your parents
Cry about your girlfriend
While you drown in your tears
We'll strike you bastards down!
Chorus:
emos, punks, and goths alike
Your nu-core age is done today
Fight the steel and you will die
It's your Judgement Day; your end is nigh
Your Alternative Plague has crippled the sound
You're the disease, we're the cure
When society is corrupted by apathy
We come out of the shadows to restore order
We're the Sons of True Metal!!!
Cast down false bearers of the steel
To Hell they shall go!!!
Serve their punishment for their inhumanity
(guitar solo)
This is it so far.
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Revised and completed, and even more ridiculous, esspecially the end.
Intro:
Millenia ago
The steel was made
Passed down for centuries
Through our bloodline truth remained
In this day and age
It's purity is threatened
Spawned by mediocrity
False idols in the light
They taint the iron hilt
Fusing and tampering it
They hope for evolution
The breed mutation
My Brothers, I stand here before ye
Our destiny is upon us
Strike down the false prophets
For we are the Sons of True Metal!
(bridge)
Enemies of the sound beware
Your might against us won't fare
Your hold on our youth we'll tear
Your mediocrity ends here
The falling of metal
Stains your callous hands
Sold-out and overrated
Produced generic brands
Bridge:
Dwell in yuor depression
Cry, whine, gripe, sulk, frown
Prepare for your Damnation
We'll strike you bastards down!
Chorus:
Fake, false creatures; run away
Your nu-core age is done today
Fight the steel and you will die
It's Judgement Day; your end is nigh
Your plague of stagnation has crippled the sound
You're the disease, we're the cure
When society is corrupted by apathy
We return to eliminate the enemy
We're the Sons of True Metal!!!
Cast down false bearers of the steel
To Hell they shall go!!!
Serve their punishment for their inhumanity
(guitar solo)
Verse 2:
We're the descendance of a forgotten race
Born from an age of steel
We evolved and grew and overcame
Our victory gave us strength
Strap on your leather, sharpen your spikes
Fallen from grace, hatred for a king
Painted, blooded, grim evil faces
True Black in their hearts, a Venom in their veins
No regard for life, malice and gore are their things
Faithless, nihilistic, powerful beings
Tear through your flesh, past the crust
When done with your innards, your bones are laid to rust
Faster than thunder, quicker than light
Sound rushing fast like the wind
No stop, no turns, no looking back
Accelerating past the breaking point
One man alone stands against the odds
On his steed, a knights armor on his back
Thrusting through the forest we live in
In search of the day his battles will end
Bridge:
Together we stand, a reckoning power
Too much to fend, you'll all cower
This stench of weakness has grown too sour
Over your void "uniqueness" we will tower
(Chorus)
Interlude/Solos:
Our weapons in war are strong and fierce
Axes and swords, through your drapes they'll pierce
But our True Metal weapons are not make of steel
The instruments we play are what make you kneel
Fast fingers and hand on our guitars
Wooden Godsends for which you have tainted
6-stringed, 24-fretted, materpieces of the creators
Entrail-imploding solos, music undebated
(Guitar solo)
The bottom, the boom, the wolly bass
A behemoth of the strings that brings a smile to my face
The juggernaut imprisoned by your arrogance
Hear the groove-driven line, feel the resonance
(Bass solo)
88 black and white, an atmosphere made
The keyboard, the strongest if rightly played
It's greatness you stifled, in the back it laid
Breathe in its passionate energy, watch the frailty fade
(Keyboard solo)
The Pulse of our fire, the set of drums
A wall of ranges, a world of possibility
Our armies march to the beats on the skin
Watch as they blow away your mediocrity
(Drum solo; for comic relief, "Cowbell" is yelled)
(Instrumental bridge)
(Mini-guitar/bass/keyboard/drum solo-ish thingy)
"Goddamn, that metal makes me hard."
(Bridge)
(Chorus)
Outro;
(The Sons of True Metal!)Brutality is our specialty!
(The Sons of True Metal!)Here to save you from depression!
(The Sons of True Metal!)Death to all apathy!
(The Sons of True Metal!)False metal, prepare for extinction!
(The Sons of True Metal!)
We're The Sons...
of...
True heavy fucking blow-your-eyes-out, steel-tasting, iron-coming, gut-busting, heavier-than-heavy, bigger-than-that-fat-groupie-at-some-faggy-metalcore-show-with-the-tit-piercings-and-heartogram-tattoo-on-her-back-yelling-"I want Bleeding Through's babies!"-when-really-her-best-chance-at-even-illigitimate-sex-would-be-with-the-hobo-who-drinks-out-of-the-same-lemon-vodka-bottle-he-pisses-in-just-for-the-turn-on!(sustain)
...... Metal!!!(echos out)