Patricide

Описание: I won't lie. I love this one! I worked hard on this. I made two other songs during it's production. It's stitched together from six different takes and a ton of sound effects. Just creating the walk into the throne room is about ten different SFX stitched together. Even the thumbnail took three days. There's a couple of Suno's mispronunciations, but I have to live with them.

I won't explain the story, because I think it explains itself. I was dissapointed with the fell of "A Valkyrie with Broken Wings". I feel that it didn't capture the emotion that I was aiming for. In contrast, this nails exactly what I was after.

The whole thing was recorded fast and pitched down to make the vocals earthier. I love the dark, brooding suspense & the climax. It goes hard!

Do not kill your own parents or any government officials! This is pure fantasy storytelling!

Big shouts to Ivan the Horrible and Supreme Emperor Kizza. The stars of this narrative.

LYRICS

(Verse 1)
The slayer pushed through the heavy doors of Oakenstone
Voice rough with pride and sorrow, he knelt before the throne
Boots still crusted, cloak now stained from the battle won
He wept for his nieces, brother and his father's son

In this report of victory, his voice began to quake
Ivan had perished in the field, his steady hand began to shake
The bitter sweetness of the news was too much to bear
Kizza was a loyal knight, never meant to be the heir

We broke through the lines in the danger fields
Foes bled on our swords and were forced to yield
Ivan paid the greatest price on their tempered steel
It is time to crush our enemies and bring them to our heel

(Verse 2)
Rising to his feet, he told the tale of allies drawn
From every corner of the world they now unite as one
The pink wizard's arcane blaze, the Valkyrie's flaming blade
We shall reclaim Kanadia and break the reign of Fakün Gae

We stay true to the cause. Our paladin has returned
We have the loyalties of Kekistan, Yizzrael and Albion
We have allied with the exiles of the northern pass
The cut throats of pirate town now fly our flag atop the mast

It is time to take back what was stolen from our people
It is time for our men to rule supreme and without equal
The kind hand of the lord of kings rested on his shoulder
But the newly spoken words made his blood run all the colder

(Verse 3)
My son is gone. A heavy price, yet peace must now be sown
Put down your shield. The art of the deal, you must come to know
I aimed for all we dreamed of, but we must settle for the wise
Our armies will not fight. It would only quicken our demise

I bargained hard from weakness and now we've turned the tide
The scraps today mean a freedom that will echo far and wide
The art lies in survival. We must compromise the throne
We mustn't die with our pride while the children cry alone

This exile has taught me truth. The people crave their breath
Not widows and orphans of warriors, meeting mindless death
I still have another. My younger son will be my legacy
Forget your older brother. You can be all that he would be

(Verse 4)
The slayer felt the words twist like cold steel deep inside his chest
His sibling's body still warm forgotten, before laid to rest
The same words of forked tongued politicians, selling souls for gold
Traitors speak of concessions, clawing on to the little they still hold

The slayer's blood turned ice, then fire filled his veins
Those honeyed words were poison, as old as ancient chains
The promise Kizza swore on Ivan's dying breath
Now broken by the father, trading servitude for death

The promise to crush the dark and to honour Ivan's fall
Now spat on by his king. The greatest treason of them all
No more would he kneel to this crown of compromise
The oath was sworn on steel and blood. Hatred flickered in his eyes

(Chorus)
His sword leapt free in silence, deadly, cold and bright
He drove it through the royal gut and twisted it inside
He stared into the incredulity that filled those faithless eyes
A hollow glare, watching close the shock and final fading light

The Emperor slumped on his throne, now bathed in red
The knight and son he had once trusted towered in his stead
With voice like breaking chains, the final vow he swore
I am Supreme Emperor now! The lies will live no more!

(Outro)
He has cried a sea for every honoured dead
But for his father, not a single tear was shed