Knight of the Golden Lion

sunoAI試しに月間課金してみるかと思ったら年間課金してしまって今月ドピンチになってしまったのでヤケクソで生成させたシンフォニックメタル。 歌詞 Beyond the silent marble halls, Where dying sunlight stains the walls, A golden shadow waits alone, Before an empty, faithless throne. Once at the head of chosen blades, He walked where ancient fire was made. The lion crowned in gilded steel, With thunder bound beneath the seal. No mortal war could earn his name, His spear was forged for older game. Where stone-born wings eclipsed the sky, He raised the storm and watched them die. Crossguard set against the chest, Both hands drawn back for one last test. No shield could turn, no scale could hide, When lightning struck the mountain’s side. Drive it deep Through the heart of stone. Let the heavens claim What the earth has grown. Golden lion, standing still, Last bright fang of a fading will. In the hollow halls where the old gods sleep, He guards the oath no man could keep. The spear that hurled the weak aside Once drank the blood of scaled pride. It pierced through rock, through bone, through flame, And left no living beast untamed. A ring still bears the hunter’s art: Strike as the enemy makes its start. One perfect thrust, one measured breath, A counterpoint composed in death. The storm still sleeps within his mail, A golden ward where thunder fails. Though all the shining banners fall, The lion answers duty’s call. Drive it deep Through the heart of stone. Let the heavens claim What the earth has grown. Golden lion, standing still, Last bright fang of a fading will. In the hollow halls where the old gods sleep, He guards the oath no man could keep. White towers drown in endless night. Empty windows mourn the light. The throne is cold, the choir is gone, Yet still the golden beast lives on. Was he a knight, or just the shape Of ancient glory none escaped? A name erased, a purpose worn, A hunter waiting without dawn. Brace the spear. Call the storm. Split the scale. Break the form. No retreat. No release. Only thunder. Only teeth. Drive it deep Through the heart of stone. Let the heavens judge The seeds they’ve sown. Golden lion, raise your spear, Let the final lightning sear. In the ruined halls where the false sun dies, One last hunter never closes his eyes. Beyond the silent marble halls, A fading ray of sunlight falls. Gold turns black, and thunder wanes— But in the stone, the wound remains.