When the Forest Ate the Cities

[Verse I – whispered invocation over droning synth and slow organ swells] Ash to fang, breath to bone, We lit the fire beneath the throne. The bones of bears, the howl of wolves, The forest drums beneath our hooves. We rose from the ash-pits, wrapped in scars, Painted in blood and ancestor stars. No more glass towers, no more wires— We speak in growls. We speak in fire. [Chorus I – thunderous, ritualistic chant over motorik drum groove] Call the dead from the moss and clay, Berserkers burn the empire gray. Wolf-mask, bear-pelt, teeth like knives— We come to end synthetic lives. Steel is weak where fang is true, We bring the Earth back into view. No kings, no screens, no coward sons— Only blood, and stone, and sun. [Verse II – trance-like over psychedelic guitar feedback and metallic pulses] They fed their children smoke and glass, Their gods were coins, their prayers were trash. But we remember forest names— The wind still whispers them through flame. We wear the death of fear like cloaks, We gnaw the truth from holy oaks. Their weapons fail where spirits thrive— The soil itself is now alive. [Bridge – surreal spoken word, drowned in reverb and shifting drones] "I saw the stags with burning crowns, I saw the mountain crack and drown, I saw the sky give birth to teeth— And every empire rotting underneath." [Chorus II – more aggressive, proto-punk distortion, layered vocals like possessed war cries] Rise from the barrows, break the chain, Flood the cities with beast-brain rain. Claw the towers into dust, Feed the earth what once fed us. Let the night reclaim the day, Let the children learn the old wolf way. No more leaders, no more lies— Only stars, and death, and wild skies. [Outro – slow collapse into ambient drones, haunting choral echoes, fire crackling] We end it with fire. We end it with bone. We howl for the Earth, And we never die alone.