[Intro – Ritual Chant | distant, wind-blown] (low male voices, layered, echoing) North remembers… Stone remembers… We return… we return… ⸻ [Verse 1] Cold cuts deeper than the blade, In lands where ancient vows were made. No fire burns without a cost, No name survives what time has lost. The sky hangs low in iron gray, The light forgets to find its way. We walk in lines carved long before, Drawn by something older than war. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Hear the drum beneath the snow, A pulse that only bones can know. ⸻ [Chorus – melodic, heavy] Rituals of the North remain, Written deep in frost and pain. We kneel to earth, to wind, to stone, To claim a truth not ours alone. Rituals of the North endure, Where silence speaks and scars are pure. ⸻ [Verse 2] Hands to ground, we feel it breathe, What lies above, what waits beneath. No crown, no throne, no sacred king, Only the weight of everything. Ash and ice upon the skin, Mark the place where we begin. Not in glory, not in flame, But in the loss of every name. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] Wind like voices, low and slow, Calling us where we must go. ⸻ [Chorus] Rituals of the North remain, Etched in blood and carved in rain. We stand as dust before the land, Yet still we try to understand. Rituals of the North are true, The land outlives both me and you. ⸻ [Bridge – Doom Ritual / Half-Time] (tempo slows, deep drums, drone) Stone to bone, Bone to ground, Ground to silence, Silence sound. (choir enters, rising) We are not the first to fall, We are not the last at all. ⸻ [Final Chorus – massive, hymn-like] Rituals of the North arise, Through frozen earth and empty skies. No victory, no final breath, Only the quiet truth of death. Rituals of the North — we stand, As fleeting shadows on this land. And when we fade, the wind will say: They came, they knelt, they turned to clay. ⸻ [Outro – fading chant] (low choir, distant wind) North remembers… North remains…
