Metal in the 1600's

(Verse 1) In the year of sixteen hundred, midst the cobblestone street, Lay a box of strange wonder, a mystery to greet. With gears of unknown purpose and a sound so bizarre, The villagers gathered, astounded from afar. (Bridge) Electric guitars and drums of thunder, Echoes of defiance, tearing asunder. In the midst of tradition, a revolution unfurled, As hard metal rock shook the ancient world. (Verse 2) The elders frowned with worry, at this devil's device, While the youth felt a fire, in this forbidden vice. With rhythms of rebellion and a melody so wild, The music of the future, like a reckless child. [pause] [huge change] [electric guitar] [change to rock] (Bridge) Electric guitars and drums of thunder, Echoes of defiance, tearing asunder. In the midst of tradition, a revolution unfurled, As hard metal rock shook the ancient world. (Chorus) Hard metal rock, in the heart of the past, A cacophony of chaos, a sound so vast. In the days of yore, where silence reigned supreme, The echoes of rebellion, in a musical dream. , where silence reigned supreme, The echoes of rebellion, in a musical dream. [intensity builds] From the taverns to the town square, the music did spread, A rebellious anthem, filling hearts with dread. Yet amidst the chaos, there was a certain thrill, As hard metal rock, defied the olden quill. [build up] (Verse 4) In the shadows of castles, where secrets reside, The music of rebellion, could not be denied. For even in the darkest corners, where silence held sway, Hard metal rock found its home, in the light of day. (Bridge) Electric guitars and drums of thunder, Echoes of defiance, tearing asunder. (Chorus) Hard metal rock, in the heart of the past, A cacophony of chaos, a sound so vast. In the days of yore, where silence reigned supreme, The echoes of rebellion, in a musical dream. , where silence reigned supreme, The echoes of rebellion, in a musical dream. [slowing] [outro] So let the echoes of hard metal rock fade away, In the annals of history, where they'll forever stay. For in the tapestry of time, its rebellious cry, Will echo through the ages, reaching for the sky. [outro]