„WOOD, SKIN, IRON“ (Wood & War Event)

[Intro – low male chant, distant, tribal] Wood. Skin. Iron. We rise. [Verse 1 – steady march rhythm, grounded, minimal melody] Carved from forest bone and bark We carry fire without a spark Ash on face and frost in lung Ancient words on iron tongue Feet in mud, the drumbeat slow Blood remembers what we know No crown of gold, no shining throne Only earth and weight of stone [Pre-Chorus – tension building, war drum emphasis] Hear it under rib and bone The hollow wood, the battle tone Skin pulled tight and struck in flame Iron whispers every name [Chorus – heavy, unified, marching chant] Wood and skin and iron ring Strike the ground and let it sing March in shadow, breathe in cold We are oath before we're told Wood and skin and iron cry No retreat and no goodbye Drum and blade and open sky We do not kneel. We do not die. [Verse 2 – deeper, more ritualistic, slightly darker imagery] Hands of splinter, hands of scar Marked by where the old wars are Not for glory, not for fame But because the drum still came Leather stretched on wooden frame Echo calls our hidden name Iron edge and timber shield All we are is never yield [Bridge – stripped back, almost spoken, primal] Skin to skin. Breath to breath. Iron waits Inside the chest. Wood will burn And bone will break But oath is iron None can take. [Final Chorus – larger, but still raw, not cinematic] Wood and skin and iron sound Strike until the hills resound From the marrow, from the ground War is not a word — it's bound Wood and skin and iron stand Blood and drum and steady hand If we fall, we fall as one Under moon — before the sun.