Washington Smile is a heavy extreme-metal monster myth sung by RIOT, twisting the Revolutionary War into a brutal cryptid blood feud. George Washington is not just a general here. He is one old king facing another: an eleven-foot forest beast moving through smoke, snow, and cannon fire.
Boston, Long Island, Trenton, Valley Forge, and Yorktown become hunting grounds. The battles are still there, but underneath the history is a darker game: stolen teeth, frozen tracks, shattered armies, and two predators using the war itself to settle the score.
With RIOT’s voice, this feels savage, violent, and almost feral. Washington Smile takes the famous myth of Washington’s teeth and turns it into battlefield horror, where the Father of the Country becomes something older, bloodier, and much harder to kill.
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Not wood, not myth
Bone, Ivory, Blood
One tooth stolen, One war started
Washington Smile
Boston smoked, Cannons rolled
Not for freedom, Nor for gold
Under Dorchester, Something breathed
Washington smirked, And checked his teeth
But in the dark, The beast watched back
One step ahead, One fresh track
Long Island broke, Soldiers ran
He saw prints, He saw a plan
Mud went deep, River ran wide
The Alpha chose, The other side
Eleven feet tall, Black pelt wet
Yellow teeth, No regret
Saber flash, Flintlock fire
Bigfoot grins, Washington smiles
Stolen fang, In his jaw
Two old kings, Playing war
Move the men, Shift the lines
Blood and teeth, Washington Smile
Christmas night, River black
Blood in snow, Fresh tracks
They said Trenton, He said prey
But the beast, Had paved the way
Hessian lines, Lanterns shake
Every trap, Needs perfect bait
Powder blast, Bayonet swing
Not for country, Not for king
Boots hit ice, Teeth clenched tight
Two hunters moved, Through holy night
Eleven feet tall, Black pelt wet
Yellow teeth, No regret
Saber flash, Flintlock fire
Bigfoot grins, Washington smiles
Stolen fang, In his jaw
Two old kings, Playing war
Move the men, Shift the lines
Blood and teeth, Washington Smile
Valley Forge, Frozen skin
Starving men, Drawn in
Not a retreat, Not a mistake
The forest king, Had set the stakes
No crown, No flag
No peace, No sleep
Every victory, Cost him teeth
Yorktown locked, No way out
French ships aimed, Cannons loud
Not Cornwallis, Not the crown
Both kings knew, The board came down
Block the bay, Burn the trees
Cut the roads, Bring him to me
Face me, Beast
Face me, King
I took your tooth, You moved my war
Face me, Beast
Face me, King
Two old monsters, Settle the score
Eleven feet tall, Black pelt torn
Yellow teeth, Second fang born
Saber broke, Pistol dry
Bigfoot laughed, Washington smiled
Blood on snow, Tooth in hand
Father of death, Father of land
Move the men, Shift the lines
Blood and teeth, Washington Smile
Not wood, Not myth
Bone, Ivory, Blood
One more molar, In the set
The war was won, The game was not
