Extreme dubstep metal + heavy metal + metalcore, sudden silence before every escalating drop, massive low-tuned guitars with palm-muted chugs, distorted sub-bass, FM bass and tearing wobbles colliding with breakdowns, extremely fast double-kick impact groove, deep gritty male rapid-fire rap, low growls, aggressive shouts and powerful screams, Norse warrior atmosphere, minor key E minor, 150 BPM
5:09
Extreme dubstep metal + heavy metal + metalcore, sudden silence before every escalating drop, massive low-tuned guitars with palm-muted chugs, distorted sub-bass, FM bass and tearing wobbles colliding with breakdowns, extremely fast double-kick impact groove, deep gritty male rapid-fire rap, low growls, aggressive shouts and powerful screams, Norse warrior atmosphere, minor key E minor, 150 BPM
4:37
Policy version: pending
Prompt:
[SONG: "Valhalla"] [Intro] (Em – C – G – D) (Child chop, glitched) (val-val-valhalla... let me val-valhalla...) [Clean, low, resolute] They say the gates only open for the ones who bled... [quieter] I've bled enough. [Verse 1] I was raised on stories where the weak don't get remembered Where the only prayer that matters is the one you say in battle Every wound across my body is a verse I haven't sung Every scar's a promise made when I was still too young I don't fight for mercy, mercy never kept a warrior warm I fight because the ending's comin', and I chose the storm Every ancestor before me left a hall still incomplete I'm bringin' back a story worthy of the hardest seat [Pre-Hook] And the sky's already crackin' with a light I can't ignore Every spirit that I'm carryin' is knockin' at the door I ain't scared of what's approachin', I was built to walk this far Count it down, the gates are risin', and I'm claimin' what we are (Child chop) (a-a-are... and I'm claimin' what we a—) [DROP #1] (Am – F – C – G) [Clean] I'm marchin' straight to Valhalla (to Valhalla) [SCREAMED, guttural] EVERY BATTLE THAT I'VE BLED IS HOW I'LL FINALLY GET THERE! [Clean] Glory ain't given, it's earned (it's earned) [SCREAMED] I'M THE FIRE THAT THE DYIN' FIELDS HAVE LEARNED! (Child chop) (lear-lear-learned... the dyin' fields have lear—) [Verse 2] I don't fear the blade that's wearin' down the armor on my chest Every fallen brother taught me dyin' well's its own success Every scream I'm leavin' echoes louder than the ones before Every step I'm takin' closer opens up another door I don't need a gentle ending, gentle never earned a name I just need my final moment to be worthy of the flame Every hall of gods is waitin' on the ones who never bowed I'll walk in bloodied, not forgiven — but I'll walk in proud [Hook repeat] [Clean] I'm marchin' straight to Valhalla (to Valhalla) [SCREAMED] EVERY BATTLE THAT I'VE BLED IS HOW I'LL FINALLY GET THERE! [Clean] Glory ain't given, it's earned (it's earned) [SCREAMED] I'M THE FIRE THAT THE DYIN' FIELDS HAVE LEARNED! [Bridge] (F – C – G – Am) [SCREAMED, cracking mid-scream] I DIDN'T ASK FOR AN EASY ENDING, I ASKED TO BE REMEMBERED RIGHT! I BEEN CARRYIN' THIS BATTLE SINCE BEFORE I SAW THE LIGHT! I DON'T WANT A QUIET BURIAL, I WANT THE GROUND TO SHAKE— (harshest scream) SO LET THE GATES COME CRASHIN' OPEN, I'M ALREADY WIDE AWAKE! (Child chop) (awa-awa-awake... I'm already wide awa—) [GUITAR SOLO] (Am – F – C – G – Dm – Am) [DROP #2] (C – G – Am – F) [SCREAMED] VALHALLA! VALHALLA! VALHALLA! (Child chop, rapid) (val-val-valhalla! val-val-valhalla!) [Verse 3] I'm not askin' for an easy verse in someone else's song I carved my own into the battlefield where I belong Every scream tonight's a step closer to where I'm bound I'm not the ashes of a warrior, I'm the roar that shook the ground I walk into the ending like the ones who walked before Bloodied, but unbroken — worthy of the hardest door [FINAL DROP] [Clean] I'm marchin' straight to Valhalla (to Valhalla) [SCREAMED] EVERY BATTLE THAT I'VE BLED IS HOW I'LL FINALLY GET THERE! [Clean] Glory ain't given, it's earned (it's earned) [SCREAMED] I'M THE FIRE THAT THE DYIN' FIELDS HAVE LEARNED! [Outro] (Em – C – G – D) [Him, breathless, half-whisper] The gates are open now... and I've earned my seat. (Child chop, distant, fading) (...val-val-valhalla...) (hard cut to silence) [end]