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  • Prompt:

    An epic song that tells the story of Rory O’Conor, the last High King of Ireland before the Norman invasion. Include a 30 second instrumental intro, an epic 30 second solo, and an acoustic Celtic folk interlude with bagpipes. [viking metal, Celtic folk, majestic, epic, hero theme, bagpipes]

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    Rory of the Emerald Throne

  • Description:

    The image depicts a powerful and majestic figure, possibly Rory O'Conor, the last High King of Ireland, standing in a lush green forest. The man is dressed in a green robe and is holding a sword, ready to defend his kingdom. The scene is set against a backdrop of a cloudy sky, adding to the dramatic atmosphere. The overall composition of the image conveys a sense of epic adventure and heroism, reminiscent of the Celtic folk and Viking metal genres.

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    Title: Rory of the Emerald Throne
Tags: Viking Metal, Celtic Folk, Majestic, Epic, Hero Theme, Bagpipes

[Instrumental Build]
[Short Instrumental Intro with Bagpipes]

[Verse 1]
In the shadow of Tara’s high hill,
A king rose with unbending will,
Rory O’Conor, last of the line,
His sword a flame, his right divine.

[Chorus]
Raise the banners, cry to the skies,
The High King stands where valor never dies,
With heart of flame and emerald crown,
He’ll fight till the stars come crashing down.

[Verse 2]
From Connacht’s shores to Leinster’s green,
He ruled the lands proud and serene,
But storm clouds gather from the sea,
Norman sails, black prophecy.

[Bridge]
Steel meets shield on Erin’s plains,
Blood and echoes, fire and chains,
Yet still he stands through smoke and pain,
The soul of Ireland in his reign.

[Guitar Solo – Epic 30 seconds]

[Chorus]
Raise the banners, cry to the skies,
The High King stands where valor never dies,
With heart of flame and emerald crown,
He’ll fight till the stars come crashing down.

[Acoustic Celtic Interlude with Bagpipes]

[Verse 3]
Betrayed by peace, undone by kin,
The tide rolls in, the age grows thin,
But legends forged in twilight’s fire
Outlive the sword, endure the pyre.

[Chorus – Final]
Raise the banners, cry to the skies,
Though kings may fall, their spirit never dies,
In every glen, his tale is sown—
The last High King, the emerald throne.

[Outro]
O’Conor rides in whispers and wind,
His story sung where dreams begin.
[Fade Out and End]