[(Wind howling… distant thunder… faint tribal drum echo)] Long before kingdoms carved their names into stone… before angels claimed the sky… and before demons ruled the deep… there was a sound. Not born of Heaven… nor forged in Hell. A rhythm older than faith itself. [(drum… BOOM…)] It called to warriors in the dark… to kings blinded by glory… to sinners who believed salvation still waited for them. But the drum does not guide the righteous. It awakens hunger. [(drums growing louder)] With every war… every betrayal… every drop of blood spilled upon Sanctuary… the rhythm grows stronger. And now… it beats again. Not as a warning— …but as a summons. [(massive drum strike)] March… or be buried beneath those who answer its call. The gates tremble. The faithful fall silent. For humanity no longer walks its own path… It follows the sound. [(Drum explosion → song intro begins)]
