Create New Playlist

Add a cover pic of your own choice

(Optional)

Name

AI Cover Generator

4 credits

Not enough credits (0/4).

Logout

Are you sure you want to Logout?

Close

Anvil Palms, White-Iron Crown by NEP

SongGPT
Anvil Palms, White-Iron Crown by NEP - Folk Bardic music cover art

Anvil Palms, White-Iron Crown

Folk Bardic

0:004:24
Lyrics
Description
Beneath torn flags, the market hums and burns, Coal amber lamps, the ash of old returns.
Thirteen halls stand like stones around the square,
Sigils cast, long shadows through the air.
Tetsu Yamazaki takes the white-iron crown, It′s clang, a clear bell, cutting through the town.
Anvil palms that shaped him call him to the fray, He comes to loose, the ledgers wait and pay.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — we cast the shackles down, No more fear of iron hands, no more bowing to the crown.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — hear the anvils sound, We′ll not bow to Empire’s shadow, nor barter souls for coin.
He walks the docks at dawn where silence keeps, Counts hollow stalls and that where memory sleeps,
He hears the market′s hollow cries. Each side, the ledgers wait in every breath gone by,
Where once the slave bells rang like winter rain, He vows to name the nameless, loosen every chain.
House Yamazaki rolls thunder at his side, Yet Tetsu lifts the law where mercy must abide.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — we cast the shackles down, No more fear of iron hands, no more bowing to the crown.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — hear the anvils sound, We′ll not bow to Empire’s shadow, nor barter souls for coin.
Before the thirteen halls he laid his hand, The white-iron sang, a promise not command.
Beneath this crown the old accounts fall bare, By law and by my oath I cut the snare.
I swear upon the anvil on my soul, To free the bound and bind deceit with scroll,
We′ll stand against the Empire′s looming hand, Our people′s breath will not be sold for land.
Doubt sits like a small cold coin with his chest, His clink reminds him mercy must be blessed.
Anvil palms can shape or shatter stone, He chooses measured, steel and justice groan.
Where anger calls for blood, he lays a law, Where fear would bow the knee, he lifts them all.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — we cast the shackles down, No more fear of iron hands, no more bowing to the crown.
White-iron crown, anvil palms — hear the anvil sound, We′ll not bow to Empire′s shadow, nor barter souls for coin.
Under torn banners thirteen halls breathe free, The market sash grows warmer with reprieve.
Anvil palms and white-iron fold in hand, A future forged by law and steady stand.
View Top Ai Songs