Nonpoint — Bullet With A Name

No Kings

"Game of Thorns” is a dark, cinematic metal anthem that sails beyond genre and borders — part high-seas adventure, part mythic war cry. Thundering drums and choral chants collide with orchestral drama to tell the story of a rising empire from the sea, claiming the lands of kings. It’s power, poetry, and rebellion fused into one storm — a global overture for anyone who’s ever felt the tide turning in their favor.
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LYRICS:
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Beneath the crown of storms we wait
Beneath the blackened sails
We breathe…

The tide remembers every wound—
And now it turns for thee

Iron in our veins
Salt in our blood
Fire in our lungs 
And ash in the flood

We were born of the gallows
Baptized in flame
Nameless, faithless
Yet craving a name

We sail for the riches of forgotten kings
For crowns that rot on their golden rings

The winds of Winterfell 
Whisper and moan
We’ll take what they guard 
On their iron throne

The Narrow Sea 
Shivers under our wake
The gods may pray — 
But the tides will take

⚔️ 
Woah
We are the swarm, the storm, the thorn
Salt-crowned reavers, empire-born
Steel in our teeth, thunder in our hands—
We claim the blood of stranger lands

Woah
We are the swarm, the storm, the thorn
Salt-crowned reavers, empire-born
Steel in our teeth, thunder in our hands—
We claim the blood of stranger lands

Gold drips red 
From the merchant’s eyes
The queen’s banners 
Burn in our skies

From dusk to dawn
Fom keel to shore
The sea gives nothing—
Yet we want more

Dominion is not granted
It’s taken
The tide bows to no crown
Their thrones are gardens
And we are the thorns

WE—ARE—THE—THORNS!


WE—ARE—THE—THORNS!

We are the swarm, the storm, the thorn
Salt-crowned reavers, empire-born
Steel in our teeth, thunder in our hands—
We claim the blood of stranger lands

We are the swarm, the storm, the thorn
Salt-crowned reavers, empire-born

Fire in our lungs
Vengeance in our song
The sea remembers — 
And it won’t wait long

Let them sleep behind their walls of stone
For the sea has dreams of its own

…and the tide is rising

…and the tide is rising

…and the tide is rising

…and the tide is rising

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