[Intro – GrimJaw]
From the ash, from the cracks, from the chains and the smoke,
From the beat they buried deep, but it still spoke.
From tha Hallows…
Where silence was law, but defiance is lore.
We ain’t just risin’ — we settin’ the floor to war.
[Verse 1 – GrimJaw]
I was born in tha hollows, sound of chains was my lullaby,
Learnin’ to spit where the rats run and the skulls lie.
They took our drums, but they couldn’t take the hunger,
Every verse a curse, every beat like thunder.
Raised by the silence, now I break it with flame,
Got bars so heavy, even echoes know my name.
My fists cracked stone, my tongue cracked fate,
Ain’t no peace in this place, just grime and hate.
Elves got towers, but we got roots,
We grow in the dark, rock blood in our boots.
They glamoured the world with their glitter and lies—
But I make spells from truth, and truth never dies.
[Chorus – Tha Bonegnawaz]
🗣️ From tha Hallows! Where the floor shakes when we spit!
From tha Hallows! Where they ban beats, but we lit!
From tha Hallows! Got that raw, primal writ—
We ain’t dyin’ in the dark, nah, we risin’ with the grit!
FROM. THA. HALLOWS! (BOOM!)
We marchin’ through the mist—
FROM. THA. HALLOWS! (BOOM!)
We craft bars that twist!
FROM. THA. HALLOWS!
Where the gods still listen—
So we rap with scars, and bars that glisten.
[Verse 2 – GrimJaw]
Every scar on my face is a bar in my rhyme,
Every stomp on this stone is a beat outta time.
They said Orcz can’t flow—nah, Orcz create flow,
We the pulse of the dirt, we the roots of the low.
I ain’t never had gold, but I got rage and a mic,
I enchant crowds with a growl and ignite the night.
I seen silence kill hope, seen rhythm bring light—
So I spit for the ghosts who never got to fight.
Don’t need your spellbooks, we scribble on walls,
With coal and blood, ’til the whole tower falls.
No suits, no magic stocks, no lies, no labels—
Just war drums, and boom-bap turntables.
[Chorus – Tha Bonegnawaz + Crowd FX]
🗣️ From tha Hallows! Where the floor shakes when we spit!
From tha Hallows! Where they ban beats, but we lit!
From tha Hallows! Got that raw, primal writ—
We ain’t dyin’ in the dark, nah, we risin’ with the grit!
FROM. THA. HALLOWS! (BOOM!)
We marchin’ through the mist—
FROM. THA. HALLOWS! (BOOM!)
We craft bars that twist!
FROM. THA. HALLOWS!
Where the gods still listen—
So we rap with scars, and bars that glisten.
[Bridge – GrimJaw + Distant Grimepriests Chanting]
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a channel.
Ain’t a verse, it’s a vandal.
This mic? My handle.
This flow? Uncanny anvil.
We hammer truth into sound—make the silence choke,
Every beat a rebellion, every line bespoke.
We the dark they denied, we the rage they evoke—
So we rise from the Hallows… and the realm gon’ woke.
[Outro – GrimJaw, whispered]
You hear that?
That’s the sound comin’ back.
Not just a beat.
A war cry.
Grime has risen.