We start again to defeat the menace of the giants organizing for war. The wind howls like a wounded god across the northern peaks… The ice groans beneath our boots… And the Rift yawns open — a wound carved into the world. Frost giants gather in secret halls… Ogres sharpen their crude iron… Winter wolves prowl the ledges… And something ancient stirs beneath the snow. We march — not for glory… But because no one else will. [Troy] Steel in my hand, fire in my breath, The mountains tremble with the promise of death. Eric walks beside me, shadow‑swift and grim, Eyes like storm clouds, burning cold within. Sir TJ strides forward, bold as a king, Laughing at danger like it’s nothing. Annie whispers runes to the wind and stone, Her magic a lantern in the frozen unknown. And Chesa — mad Chesa — dances on the snow, Laughing like a nightmare only cats could know. [Chorus – Full Band, soaring twin‑guitar harmonies] Into the Rift we ride, where the frost giants reign, Through the storm and the shadow, through the ice and the pain. Steel against thunder, fire against cold, Heroes rise screaming — let the saga be told! [Eric] The ledges twist like serpent spines, Wind claws at us with frozen knives. A single misstep means a hundred‑foot fall, But we press on — we answer the call. Footprints of giants, deep as graves, Lead us toward the darkness of their icy caves. I draw my blade — its edge sings low, A promise of ruin for every foe. [Annie] The wind speaks warnings in forgotten tongues… The ice remembers every battle ever sung… I feel the Rift breathing — ancient, cruel… A kingdom of winter where death is the rule. But we are not alone — The spirits walk with us. And the fire in our hearts Will not be frozen. [Coda] Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ka‑ka‑ka! Storm‑runner stride! Ta‑ta‑ta‑ta! Coda moves beside! Huh! Hoh! Rhythm of the hunt! Ka‑ta‑rah! Strike at the front! We reach the first cavern — a guardroom of ice, Four frost giants rise, towering, twice The height of any mortal man. Their breath is blizzards. Their fists are hammers. Their eyes burn blue with ancient hate. They roar — And the battle begins. [Troy] I take the first blow — A boulder the size of a warhorse slams my shield, Shattering steel, driving me to my knees. But I rise — I ALWAYS rise. My sword arcs like a comet, Carving fire through the cold. [Eric – rapid, precise tenor] I slip beneath a giant’s swing, Blade flashing like lightning. Hamstring — tendon snaps. Throat — blood steams on the ice. The giant falls, choking on his own winter. [Sir TJ] “FOR MARSH ISLE!” he bellows, Charging headlong into two giants at once. His spear pierces one — But the other crushes him beneath a massive fist. He falls, broken, bleeding, Still laughing through the pain. [Annie] “Hold on, TJ! Hold on!” She calls the earth’s warmth into her hands, But the cold fights back, Trying to claim him. [Chesa] “Mrrr‑hahaha‑hrrr‑hahaha‑hrrr!” The cat leaps onto a giant’s face, Claws glowing with defensive magic, Blinding him with sparks of blue fire. [Coda – rhythmic battle chants] Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ta‑ka! Drive them back! Drive them back! Into the Rift we ride, where the frost giants reign, Through the storm and the shadow, through the ice and the pain. Steel against thunder, fire against cold, Heroes rise screaming — let the saga be told! [Troy] The last giant falls, shaking the cavern floor. But the victory is bitter — Sir TJ lies broken, His armor crushed like tin. Annie kneels beside him, Her hands glowing gold, Her voice trembling with power. [Annie] “Stay with me, TJ… Stay with me…” Her magic wraps around him, A cocoon of warmth in the frozen dark. But he is too wounded to continue. She must take him back to safety — Or he will die. [Troy] Annie carries Sir TJ away from the Rift… Her silhouette swallowed by the storm. We stand alone now — Eric, Coda, Chesa, and I. But the war does not wait. The giants gather in deeper halls… And we must press on. [Eric] We descend the ledges, Past frozen corpses trapped in crystal ice — Dwarves, elves, humans, Their treasures gleaming like stars. A warning. A promise. A graveyard of those who came before. [Troy] Winter wolves stalk us from the shadows, Eyes glowing like twin moons. We fight them in the swirling snow, Steel flashing, Blood steaming, Coda’s chants pounding like war drums. [Coda] Huh! Hoh! Ka‑ka‑ka‑ka! Through the storm! Ta‑ta‑ta‑ta! Hold the line! Huh! Hoh! Strike as one! Ka‑rah‑ta!
