Grumblebeast's Wrath

[Prologue – Narration / Whispered] In the hollow where the world holds its breath, a tremor becomes a prophecy. Stones remember the first fracture. Porcelain remembers the last. When the seal is broken, wrath will wear a crown. [Intro – Orchestral / Choir] Low strings like thunder before the rain. A choir of cinders breathing ash across the plain. A single drum, heartbeat of a buried titan. Then—silence… the air bends… a name is spoken: [Narration] They called it many things: hunger, plague, omen. But the oldest word, carved into bone, was this— GrumbleBeast. [Verse I – Harsh] From fissured earth and shattered throne, the conflagration stands, veins of lightning snared across its iron hands. A furnace for a ribcage, a storm behind its eyes, it rises through the wreckage while the daylight dies. Each step it takes, another city caves within— the oath of ruin, the covenant of flame. [Pre-Chorus – Gothic / Spoken] By ash and ruin, by storm and blade, let all that’s built be unmade. Crown the void in choir and brass: the hour of Wrath at last. [Chorus I – Clean + Harsh] WRATH OF THE BEAST! From the abyss it calls to me, unchained through eternity. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Crowned in storm, enthroned in night, it bends the world to appetite. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Hear the choirs of falling stone— I will not yield, I stand alone. [Narration] The map is embers. Rivers run black. Every swallow of fire is a swallowed prayer. [Verse II – Harsh] The pillars crack like knuckles of a god about to strike, cathedrals drift as ash upon the gale. Its laughter is a pressure wave that blinds the sky, a doctrine writ in ruin, carved into the spine. If there is mercy, it has drowned; if there is light, it’s forged in screams. [Pre-Chorus – Spoken / Choir Under] By oath and marrow, blade and scar, if wrath is near, I am not far. If I must break to break its reign, then fracture me—remake my name. [Chorus II – Expanded] WRATH OF THE BEAST! From the abyss it calls to me, unchained through eternity. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Hammered choirs and iron breath, page and scripture torn to death. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Let the broken banners rise— I carve defiance in the skies. [Bridge – Ritual / Orchestral Swell] (Choir: Dies irae, ignis orbis, vox abyssus.) I draw a circle in the dust, a rite of counter-flame. I speak the syllables that do not have a name. The air becomes a corridor of knives and bells; the ground becomes a tongue that tells of deeper hells. [Breakdown – Gutturals / Blast] Tear the vaults—ignite the vein! Make the marrow sing in pain! Shatter! Shatter! Pulse and seethe! I am the wall that will not breathe! GRUMBLEBEAST—SHOW YOUR CROWN! If I must burn, I drag you down! [Narration – Sustained Chords] It hears me. It turns. For a breath the storm is a pupil, and I am the pin of light. Not prey. Not prophet. Adversary. [Verse III – Harsh Spoken] We meet where thunder braids with glass. Its shadow splits the city like a judge that will not prove. I step into the furnace-wind, a prayer of iron on my tongue. (Spoken, under): If wrath is scripture, let me be the heresy. If fire is kingdom, let me be the siege. [Refrain – Clean / Ghostly] O wrath that wears a thousand names, you do not own the sum of flames. What you devour, I reclaim— from broken night I call my name. [Chorus III – Anthemic / Choir + Harsh] WRATH OF THE BEAST! From the abyss it calls to me, unchained through eternity. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Choirs rise, the heavens reel— I set my bones against your wheel. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Let the storm record this vow: you break the world—I break you now. [Bridge II – Ascendant / Clean over Harsh] So breathe, then—breathe and know my blade, a mercy honed in darker shade. Where you were born, I also bled; I learned to rise where others fled. [Final Breakdown – Harsh / Symphonic] FALL. KNEEL. FRACTURE. THRONE. Your kingdom built on broken bone! FALL. KNEEL. FRACTURE. THRONE. I turn your gospel into stone! GRUMBLEBEAST—RETURN TO DUST! By oath of ruin, break or bust! [Final Chorus – Grand / Layered] WRATH OF THE BEAST! From the abyss you called to me— now hear the cost of sovereignty. WRATH OF THE BEAST! Choirs blaze, horizons split— I write an ending into it. WRATH OF THE BEAST! If cycles dawn, then let them learn: from crowned infernos, some fires return. [Epilogue – Orchestral Fade / Whisper] The storm recedes. The world inhales. The throne is broken, but the echo dwells. If wrath endures, then so do I— a scar that will not close, a vow that will not die.