[Lore / Background]: "With the gradual increase in wingless mercenaries piloting the Masorkaosrars, the more prideful tribes that look down on these inventive pariahs see the presence of these machines as an insult to the ancestors that once roamed Earia-20's deserts & mesas and an act of heresy against the priests of the Silent Brood, who observe from beyond their reach. As an act of retaliation, the creation of the Vemskressar (Wingsplitter) was introduced as a means to combat the aircraft that would have made short work of typical tribal raiding parties." [Verse 1] Dust on the barrel, dust on our hands Three of us kneeling where the tall grass bends Earia's moons — both of them bleeding red tonight Prairie wind carries something... wrong Shadows overhead — too heavy for wings Too loud for anything the ancestors would claim Metal birds... grinding through sacred air Piloted by the clipped — the severed — the shamed [Pre-Chorus] They lost their feathers for a reason Now they claw at heaven in machines of rust and sin You don't EARN the sky back— You don't WELD yourself forgiveness! [Chorus] COMMUMAARK! WARDENS OF OUR SKIES! LOAD THE VEMSKRESSAR! *(YEAH!)* For our guiding claws and the hunt, for the wild and the free, We split the black cloud with our fury and creed. COMMUMAARK! CLERICS OF OUR ANCESTOR'S SCORN! LOAD THE VEMSKRESSAR! *(YEAH!)* The sky belongs to those who BLEED for it! The sky was NEVER — never theirs to burn! [Verse 2] Korev pulls the chain back — beak blackened by ash, eyes white with zeal Selka marks the distance with a claw dragged through dirt I hold the shell like prayer — like something my father held Before his father's father first took flight Those things above us — Masorkaosrars — Stitched together from wreckage and desperation Every bolt an insult Every engine scream a blasphemy Against the Silent Brood who gave us wind [Pre-Chorus] Trueborn and free with the sky in our blood, We stand in the grasslands like branches in flood. Their stolen ascent is a wound in the night, Their engines are heresy, arrogant, bright. [Chorus] COMMUMAARK! WARDENS OF OUR SKIES! LOAD THE VEMSKRESSAR! *(COME ON!)* Watch them spiral — watch them remember GRAVITY — we keep the covenant! COMMUMAARK! CLERICS OF OUR ANCESTOR'S SCORN! LOAD THE VEMSKRESSAR! *(HUH!)* No machine replaces what was taken! No welded wing will ever — EVER — wound our pride! [Bridge - Spoken Word] "...Selka says she almost pities them..." "Korev spits..." "I just..." [Spoken Word] "I just watch the prairie grass flatten under the falling wreckage" "And think — If I ever lost my wings..." "would I build something too?" [Spoken Word] "No." "I'd fall with honor." [Breakdown] Bite down, brace hard, feel the recoil shudder, Steel over marrow, thunder over thunder. They steal the dusk, we return it in fire, Three voices, one cannon, one unbroken pyre. [Chorus] COMMUMAARK! WE OF TRUE DEVOTION! ONE MORE ROUND — LOAD IT! *(YEAH! YEAH!)* Prairie shaking — sky coming clean tonight! Three tribesfolk on a hill! We tear down the liars that trespass upon our home! COMMUMAARK! THE ENFORCERS OF OUR FELLOW TRUEBORN! We will hold the line between The sacred and the stolen — Between WING and MACHINE! [Outro] ...And the sky... the sky is quiet again *(whispered)* As it should be... As it always... should...
