The curse of the serpentstone - fantasy battle song

[created with suno.ai]

Lyrics:
Through ashen skies and fire’s breath, the mountain stood aflame,
Where goat-men roared their battle cries and dust-born demons came.
The Serpentstone, a cursed prize, its glow a deadly lure,
Beneath its spell, both blood and bone would stain the earth impure.


At the smoking mountain’s heart, where the earth was torn asunder,
The clash of steel, the cries of war, rolled like eternal thunder.
No victor crowned, no soul unscarred, just death’s unyielding hand,
The Serpentstone, a silent judge, consumed both beast and man.


The goat-men charged with twisted horns, their axes sharp and wild,
Their eyes alight with primal rage, no mercy for the mild.
The dust-demons, with forms like smoke, their claws could carve the night,
Their whispers turned the bravest hearts to tremble at the fight.


At the smoking mountain’s heart, where the earth was torn asunder,
The clash of steel, the cries of war, rolled like eternal thunder.
No victor crowned, no soul unscarred, just death’s unyielding hand,
The Serpentstone, a silent judge, consumed both beast and man.


Oh, rivers ran with molten blood, the air a choking haze,
Each swing of blade, each demon’s shriek, set skies and hearts ablaze.
The ground did quake, the mountain groaned, a harbinger of doom,
Yet neither side would dare retreat; they fought within the tomb.


The Serpentstone’s unholy glow, it whispered in their ears:
“Destroy, destroy, all claim the prize, surrender to your fears.”
But greed and wrath could never sate the hunger of the stone,
It drank their lives, it claimed their souls, and left the field alone.


At the smoking mountain’s heart, where the earth was torn asunder,
The clash of steel, the cries of war, rolled like eternal thunder.
No victor crowned, no soul unscarred, just death’s unyielding hand,
The Serpentstone, a silent judge, consumed both beast and man.


Now silent lies the smoking peak, no victor and no prize,
Just echoes of the dying screams that haunt the ashen skies.
Oh, learn this tale, ye mortal kin, and leave the cursed alone,
For greed shall always lead to ruin, as with the Serpentstone shown.