Highland Knight's Lament
Dark Gothic Renaissance/new metal track about the last knight roaming the highlands for purpose. Gothic vocals with vocal overlaps, lute, cello, bagpipes, heavy guitars, bass, thunderous drums, choir, and a cinematic rise from intro to finale.
Lyrics
[Verse]
Cello blooms like a broken lute string
Bagpipes cry through the highland air
Thunder cracks the stone canopy
A choir holds a breath that isn't there
[Verse 1]
I trace the frost on the iron gate
The harvest moon hangs heavy, cold and late
My boots crunch gravel in the dead of night
A shadow moves beneath the flickering light
The lute string snaps, a dry, sharp crack
Like breaking bones within a broken back
I pull them from the earth, this final rose
And offer it to the overgrown maze ways
[Pre-Chorus]
The wind screams loud against the chain-link fence
A debt I paid in years I'll never spend
The fire dims in the hearth of stone and steel
Now I must walk where the wild things feel
[Chorus]
I am the last knight, the final spark
I ride the thunder through the freezing dark
No castle walls, no golden crown to hold
Just the weight of gold and the stories told
I am the last knight, the final spark
Riding the thunder through the freezing dark
(Oh, the freezing dark, the freezing dark)
[Verse 2]
Frost bites deep on the frozen ground
Where the dry creek bed runs silent and bound
I see a wolf in the mist of the glen
A phantom of what the old earth has been
The smoke rises from a scorched, blackened tree
Where the harvest once grew so wild and free
I carry a sword that is rust and is stone
A heavy, cold burden, all by my own
[Chorus]
I am the last knight, the final spark
I ride the thunder through the freezing dark
No castle walls, no golden crown to hold
Just the weight of gold and the stories told
I am the last knight, the final spark
Riding the thunder through the freezing dark
(Oh, the freezing dark, the freezing dark)
[Bridge]
Clang of the steel against the granite rock
The choir sings a song that will never be spoke
The cello weeps as the thunder rolls low
And the snow begins to fall, slow and slowI ride on, through the hail and the ice
A solitary figure, a solemn price
The lute is broken, the bagpipe's last breath
I walk into the storm, I walk into death
I am the last knight...