[Intro: The War Eternal] For generations, the war raged on. Not for gold, nor thrones, but for the soul of the land. On one side: the Woodland Council, guardians of purity and green. On the other: the Trash Mafia, champions of chaos and cast-off glory. Their leaders stand eternal: Skrap, the Trash Raccoon King, And Lady Aeyliora, sovereign of the sacred wilds. Balance held by battle... yet neither yields. [Verse 1] In the heart of the forest, the trumpets cry, Steel meets bark as the war drums rise. Skrap stands proud on a throne of cans, Cloaked in wrappers, with fury in his hands. "Let the trash flow, let the wild things feed, From ruin and rust, we sow the seed!" Beneath the moon, the bins give birth, To an empire forged from the castaways of earth. [Verse 2] But from the glades, where silence grows, March the council cloaked in emerald robes. Lady Aeyliora, staff in hand, With eyes like dawn, and a will to stand. "Cleanse the land, let the roots take hold, No rust shall rule where life is bold." She calls the winds, the vines obey, And nature stirs to drive decay away. [Chorus] And the storm, it comes, again and again, Clash of the sacred, the tossed, the profane. No victor crowned, no side shall fall, In the war of Skrap and Aeyliora’s call. [Verse 3] Down in the gutters, the raccoons chant, Trash is treasure, and law we shan't. The mafia rises, from alley to den, Their hunger vast, their creed unbent. But high in the canopies, sentries gleam, Owls on patrol, in the starlight's seam. The forest breathes, the council roars, To guard the peace and purge the spores. [Bridge: The Standoff] At the valley of ash, they meet once more, The ground still soaked from wars before. Eyes locked, no mercy given, Their legends forged, by fate they've been driven. [Final Chorus] Still the storm, it comes, the thunder calls, Over rust and root, the kingdom sprawls. Bound by belief, by trash or tree, Their war shall echo eternally. [Outro: Balance in Battle] And so they fight, and so they stand, Two forces shaping one wild land. Not hate, but will, keeps fire alive, For neither can fall, while both survive.
