rusty corrupted angelsV1.2

Verse 1 Seven years of Midian's boot On our necks, in the filth, in the waste Hiding in holes, scraping for food While the chosen cower, fearing their taste The voice of weakness whispers in caves "Where is your god now? Lost in the graves?" Pre-Chorus Then the rusted blade of the angel's tongue Splits the night, a judgment sung "The strong are called, the weak are purged By the hand of the one you've never urged" Chorus THREE HUNDRED! Armed with terror, not with steel! THREE HUNDRED! Break the foreign wheel! Torches flare, the ram's horn screams A nightmare born of fevered dreams! The enemy turns, brother on brother! In the fire, in the panic, they slaughter each other! Verse 2 He shattered the altars, the groves of the whore Tore down the pillars of Baal's rotten core His father's gods, he cast them to flame And earned the hatred, the whisper of his name "Bring out your son!" the village cried "Let his blood for the idol be spilled!" Bridge But the fleece of wool, soaked black with dew While the ground around stayed barren and true A sign of power, a sign of dread The covenant sealed in the blood of the dead He asked for proof, he asked for might And was given the scythe to reap the night Guitar Solo: Chaotic, atonal, and violent, ending in a squealing harmonic feedback Chorus THREE HUNDRED! Armed with terror, not with steel! THREE HUNDRED! Break the foreign wheel! Torches flare, the ram's horn screams A nightmare born of fevered dreams! The enemy turns, brother on brother! In the fire, in the panic, they slaughter each other! Outro The crown offered, the throne denied But the blood of the son would not be denied The cycle turns, the weak are slain But the victor wears a mask of pain The land is quiet, the fields are sown With the seeds of the next generation's groans... (Fades out with the sound of a single, mournful trumpet note and distant, echoing screams)