Prompt:Verse 1
In the halls where thunder crowns the sky,
Lonnie Bigalow raised his voice on high.
He spoke of steel, of fire, of destiny,
A song so grand it would shake eternity.
Pre-Chorus
The stars stood still, the mountains bowed,
The heavens answered, fierce and loud.
Chorus
Lonnie Bigalow’s prophecy,
Forged in flame and melody!
An epic power metal song shall rise,
With opera smooth enough to shame the skies.
So smooth, so bold, it’s almost rude,
A velvet storm in battle-hued.
Raise your voice and let it be known:
The prophecy has found its throne!
Verse 2
Choirs of angels marched through the night,
Wrapped in gold and silver light.
Guitars roared like dragons in the storm,
While Lonnie’s vision took its final form.
Pre-Chorus
The drums of fate began to roll,
A symphony to claim the soul.
Chorus
Lonnie Bigalow’s prophecy,
Forged in flame and melody!
An epic power metal song shall rise,
With opera smooth enough to shame the skies.
So smooth, so bold, it’s almost rude,
A velvet storm in battle-hued.
Raise your voice and let it be known:
The prophecy has found its throne!
Bridge
Hear the tenor cut through the fire,
Hear the choir climb ever higher.
Strings like lightning, brass like doom,
Yet the opera glides like perfume.
Final Chorus
Lonnie Bigalow’s prophecy,
Echoes through eternity!
An epic power metal song has come alive,
With opera smooth enough to make kings cry.
So smooth, so fierce, it’s gloriously rude,
A velvet blade with battle attitude.
Raise your fists and let it be shown:
Lonnie’s prophecy has claimed the throne!
