Dragon's Of The South

Lyrics

[Intro - distant thunder, low shamanic chants, ghostly choir swells, bowed metal drones]
Ohhh...
From the ash where the old suns died,
From the bones of the blackened tide,
Hear the drums in the canyon cry,
Hear the wings in the smoke rise high...

[Verse 1 - eerie tribal percussion, ominous string tremolos, deep male chants, tense restrained vocals]
Down in the south where the red winds moan,
There lies a kingdom carved in bone,
Scales like midnight, eyes like fire,
Breathing the embers of ancient pyres.
They sleep beneath the serpent hills,
Under the curse of the broken seals,
But when the moon cuts through the haze,
Their hunger wakes in a bloodied blaze.

[Pre-Chorus - choir building, dissonant strings rising, whispered chants, mounting dread]
Can you hear them call?
Can you feel them crawl?
Through the dust and the dead,
Through the ruins they spread...
One by one, the shadows bend,
And the south begins to end...

[Chorus - explosive dark nu metal, crushing guitars, thunderous drums, massive choir, shouted gang vocals]
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Burn through the dark with ancient desire!
Dragons of the South, scream through the sky!
Take what is left and watch it die!
Oh—
Their wings are storms, their breath is war,
The night will kneel before their roar!
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Dragons of the South, fuel the empire!

[Verse 2 - heavier guitars enter, cinematic strings stabbing, growled vocals, ritualistic chant backing]
In the temple of cracked obsidian
The priestess sings to the fallen ones,
She paints their names in ash and salt,
Unlocks the gate with a hollow psalm.
The ground splits open, black and wide,
A river of embers runs inside,
And every prayer that dares to speak
Turns to a whisper, cold and weak.

[Pre-Chorus - tension higher, choir harmonies layered, toms rolling, distorted bass pulse]
They rise... they rise...
Through the veil of lies...
No mercy left, no light remains,
Just burning skies and iron chains...
The earth will shake, the heavens break,
When the south wakes up again...

[Chorus - full force, bigger harmonies, double-time drums, monstrous guitar chugs]
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Burn through the dark with ancient desire!
Dragons of the South, scream through the sky!
Take what is left and watch it die!
Oh—
Their wings are storms, their breath is war,
The night will kneel before their roar!
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Dragons of the South, fuel the empire!

[Bridge - stripped back, low choir drones, ritual hand drums, whispered female chants, eerie pause]
We called them kings,
We fed the flame,
We carved our fear
Into their names...
Now the shadows sing,
Now the silence screams,
And the south is lost
Inside its dreams...

[Final Chorus - colossal cinematic climax, layered choir, down-tuned guitars, massive drums, soaring shamanic chants]
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Burn through the dark with ancient desire!
Dragons of the South, scream through the sky!
Take what is left and watch it die!
Oh—
Their wings are storms, their breath is war,
The night will kneel before their roar!
Dragons of the South, rise from the fire!
Dragons of the South, feed the pyre!

[Outro - fading choir, distant thunder, wind through ruins, chant dissolving into echoes]
Ohhh... Dragons...
Of the South...
Burn... burn... burn...
Until the dawn... is gone...