Tha Last War Lord

– Atmospheric Celtic Whisper)

Cold winds remember my forgotten name...

Across the mountains... across the sea...

I was born in fire...

Forged in blood...

Now I seek another destiny...

Verse I

I walked through kingdoms drowned in flame,

The ravens carved my cursed name.

Iron thunder, shields that broke,

A thousand fallen beneath the smoke.

My hands were stained by endless wars,

Broken crowns and shattered shores.

Every scar upon my skin,

A silent tale of where I've been.

Pre-Chorus

I hear the ghosts beneath the rain,

Calling softly through my pain.

Every victory left me hollow...

No more kings... no more sorrow...

Chorus

I am DRED!

The last war lord alive!

I've crossed the fire, I've cheated time.

No chains remain... no fear survives.

I am DRED!

No longer born to kill.

Let every sword become a plough,

My strongest battle... is peace... until...

The world remembers how to heal.

Verse II

Wolf-born spirit, iron heart,

Every wound became my art.

Axes ringing through the snow,

Only Odin seemed to know.

The children cried behind the walls,

While mighty empires rose and fell.

What is glory? What is fame?

Ashes whisper all the same.

Celtic Bridge

Raise no banner soaked in red,

Sing for all the fallen dead.

May the rivers wash away

Every broken yesterday.

The northern stars still guide my soul,

Not toward conquest... but toward home.

Instrumental Break

(Symphonic orchestra • Celtic whistles • Heavy progressive riff • Choirs)

Breakdown

No more kingdoms!

No more lies!

No more brothers left to die!

Break the hatred!

Break the chain!

Let the earth breathe once again!

Final Chorus

I am DRED!

The warrior carved in stone.

Every scar became my crown,

Yet peace shall be my final throne.

I am DRED!

The battles made me see...

The greatest strength a warrior holds...

Is laying down...

His enemy.

Epic Outro

The ravens circle high above...

But they no longer call for war.

The axes rust beneath the rain.

The shields become the farmer's door.

Let the children sing instead.

Let tomorrow bury dread.

I was DRED...

The most feared...

Now...

I fight...

For peace.