Intro (Spoken, over tuning fiddle) Well now— If you ever hear a fiddle crying where the highways twist, That ain’t music, friend. That’s Gaia remembering. (Fiddle explodes into motion) Verse 1 Back before the rails and roads, before the smoke and steel, Three old powers cut a deal to make the world feel real. The Wyld laughed lightning, threw seeds into the mud, The Weaver drew her patterns straight and called it good. The Wyrm said, “All things end—rest your bones with me,” And the balance sang like wildfire running wild and free. Chorus (Fast, shouted, fiddle hooks between lines) Run, run—hear the old song bleed! Claws in the dark for Gaia’s need! Wyld howls loud, Weaver binds tight, Wyrm went wrong in the dead of night— Run, run—don’t you turn your back, The world still rides on a Garou’s track! Verse 2 But the Weaver pulled the strings too hard, the web grew tight, Choked the stars, boxed the world, turned rhythm into right. The Wyrm got caught, went mad with rot, forgot the final sleep, Started chewing through the roots instead of digging deep. And some folks said, “That hunger’s truth—come dance and be reborn,” Painted spirals, broke their kin, and crowned themselves with thorns. Chorus (Repeat, faster) Run, run—hear the old song bleed! Claws in the dark for Gaia’s need! Wyld howls loud, Weaver binds tight, Wyrm went wrong in the dead of night— Run, run—the spiral burns, Every step’s a lesson learned! Verse 3 – Black Spiral Dancers They danced down deep where echoes choke and nothing comes back clean, Said decay was holy work, said hunger was a dream. But the Wyrm don’t bless the lie that eats and never ends, And the spiral snapped its own damn spine and took them with it, friend. Now their drums are just a warning pounding under stone, A fiddle crying “Don’t forget what happens when you’re alone.” Bridge (Breakdown – fiddle solo duel) (Call-and-response vocals) Who fights the madness? — We do! Who guards the line? — Still you! Who bleeds so balance might return? — Every claw that still will learn! (Fiddle solo goes feral here) Verse 4 – The Garou We ain’t clean, we ain’t kind, we ain’t saviors dressed in light, We’re the ones who show up late and still stand up to fight. Born between the scream and cage, between the rule and roar, Guard dogs of a wounded god who won’t lie down no more. So if you hear the fiddle scream when the moon’s riding high— That’s the war still breathing, friend. That’s Gaia saying, Try. Final Chorus (Big, stomp-along) Run, run—hear the old song bleed! Feral hearts for Gaia’s need! Break the cage, let chaos breathe, Teach the end how to leave! Run, run—by claw, by creed, The balance lives if it still bleeds! Outro (Spoken, fiddle fading) The devil didn’t go to Georgia. He went everywhere else. And the wolves? We followed.
