Smith of the Cursed Blades

Images generated with Gemini AI Music generated with Suno AI #ai #copilot #suno #aimusic #heavymetal #powermetal #hudba #trashmetal [Verse 1] At the edge of the mountain where the black pines lean, An old forge breathes red through the winter sheen. Smith of the Cursed Blades, with a hammer in hand, He takes iron from the earth and gives it a command. [Pre-Chorus] Each sword bears a mark that the fire can't erase, Each name leaves a scar on the smith's weathered face. [Chorus] Raise the cursed steel, let the cold bells ring, Every blade remembers the hand of the king. He forged them for the fallen, for the oath and the grave, Now the Smith stands alone with the souls that he gave. [Verse 2] One was made for a prince who betrayed his own blood, One for a widow who rode through the flood. One for the nameless who guarded the pass, Now their ghosts crowd the anvil like smoke on the glass. [Pre-Chorus] He hears every promise the sharpened edge keeps, And the dead speak in sparks when the hammer descends. [Chorus] Raise the cursed steel, let the cold bells ring, Every blade remembers the hand of the king. He forged them for the fallen, for the oath and the grave, Now the Smith stands alone with the souls that he gave. [Bridge] Then a child brought a broken sword wrapped in a sleeve, No crown, no command—only someone to grieve. The Smith laid his hammer down, let the furnace burn low, And opened his hands to the dawn on the snow. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] Lay down the cursed steel, let the cold bells cease, Every blade remembers, but the dead may find peace. He forged them for the fallen, now he breaks every chain, And the Smith walks from the fire through the thawing rain. [Outro] At the edge of the mountain, the black pines stand still, The forge cools to silence beneath the dark hill.