• Id:

    a491827e668a1cfb4bbc3a2de863ae70212afd95007ffb27e92b9ece02c69c13
    safe
  • Prompt:

    II. “Steel and Sand” Theme: The carnage of Omaha Beach. Chaos, blood, and courage under fire. Style: Relentless thrash riffing with chaotic tempo shifts and machine-gun drums. Lyric mood: “Red surf, broken limbs / iron kisses the sand / bullets tear the sky apart / and still, we land.”

  • Image:

    Steel and Sand
  • Description:

    The image captures a haunting scene of a war-torn beach, with a silhouette of a person standing on the shore. The sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the chaotic landscape. The sky is filled with the remnants of a battle, as the sun sets behind the person, casting a dramatic shadow. The person appears to be a soldier, standing amidst the destruction, reflecting the courage and resilience of those who fought in such a brutal environment. The image evokes a sense of loss, pain, and the enduring spirit of those who faced the carnage of Omaha Beach.

  • Songs:

    👈 better
  • Lyrics:

    Title: Steel and Sand
    Tags: Thrash Metal, War Metal
    
    Red surf, broken limbs, 
    Iron kisses the sand, 
    Bullets tear the sky apart, 
    And still, we land.
    
    Waves of death crash on the shore, 
    Grim faces, scarred forevermore, 
    Chaos reigns, the air is thick, 
    With every breath, the clock ticks.
    
    A thousand men, but one goal, 
    To hold the line, to save the soul, 
    The sky is fire, the ground is blood, 
    But still we march, like the rising flood.
    
    Machine-gun drums, relentless beat, 
    Steel and sand beneath our feet, 
    Shrapnel rains like vicious hail, 
    Yet we endure, we shall not fail.
    
    The shadows stretch, the end is near, 
    But we stand tall, without fear, 
    A broken world, a shattered dream, 
    Yet in the night, we still scream.
    
    Red surf, broken limbs, 
    Iron kisses the sand, 
    Bullets tear the sky apart, 
    And still, we land.
    
    In the end, when all is lost, 
    We pay the price, no matter the cost, 
    But in the wreckage, in the storm, 
    We find the courage, we are reborn.
    
    Steel and sand, the legacy lives, 
    In the hearts of the brave who gave, 
    Their lives, their souls, their final stand, 
    On the bloodstained beaches of this land.