Thank you all for listening! 🙏 If you enjoyed the track, please leave a like and drop a comment it means a lot! 💬❤️ ⛧⛧⛧ L A S T B A T T L E ⛧⛧⛧ Volume: MAX Heart: OPEN Breathe in the smoke. Feel the ground tremble. You are not listening. You are entering. No escape. No mercy. ⚔ F I G H T ⚔ (silence. then a single low cello. one heartbeat on a war drum.) (she begins alone, barely above a whisper) The smell of sweat Blood and dirt Gripping my sword My feet in the mud I'm hungry and cold I keep moving on (voice cracks slightly exhaustion, not weakness) This is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight (repeat louder, jaw forward, something igniting inside) This is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight (strings begin to rise like smoke from a burning village) In the darkest forest They see our torches Our screams fill the air This battle isn't fair (voice breaks on "isn't fair" raw, unguarded, human) They feast on my brothers My sisters and others (full chest now grief turning into fury) This is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight This is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight (war drums enter slow, heavy, inevitable) (orchestra swells like a wave that has been building for miles) Tonight... (held note vibrato shaking, everything she has left) (orchestra cuts completely) (silence) (then, quietly, like dawn breaking through smoke) At the end of the night When I am barely alive (voice trembling not with fear, with disbelief that she is still here) I see the light I see the light (on the second "I see the light" full orchestral eruption) (choir enters like sunrise) (her voice rises above everything) They take me home The throne is gone They took it all But they left my soul (that last line held, operatic, vibrato at full depth) (strings weep beneath her) (brass answers like a distant promise) I'm not afraid (barely sung spoken truth, no performance, just fact) But now I can say (breath. full breath. orchestra pulls back to almost nothing) (one drum. waiting.) But this is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight (full orchestra returns like an army) (choir and drums and brass all at once) This is where I'll die But this is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight Tonight (full orchestra returns like an army) (choir and drums and brass all at once) This is where I'll die At the very least I'll fight (she holds "fight" operatic, unbreakable, shaking the air) Tonight (that word held until there is no breath left) (orchestra holds with her) (then falls silent one instrument at a time) (until only the cello remains) (then nothing) (one final war drum beat) (silence) "Sing it from the mud. Sing it like your hands are still shaking. Sing it like you survived when you weren't supposed to."
