[Instrumental opening: icy celesta; low strings pulse beneath an approaching brass crescendo] [Distant mixed choir; restrained, fearful] A gelu libera nos A furore serva nos [Orchestra erupts: racing strings, thunderous percussion] [Male Barbarian choir; clipped rhythmic unison] One man sent where armies failed One blade raised; the fortress fell SOLDIER’s answer, winter’s son The war was over when he’d begun [Mixed choir; sharp accents] SEBINSOL! SEBINSOL! Ala una! Ira infinita! [Instrumental assault: brass theme over rapid string counterpoint] [Male Barbarian choir; ominous] Nibelheim unlocked the past Northern blood beneath the glass Jaidiva spoke behind his eyes A stolen throne—a kingdom’s demise [High choir; cold, insistent] They drained the earth They stole your reign [Male Barbarian choir answers] A lie became A world of pain [Full choir; explosive] SEBINSOL! THE FROST-WINGED ANGEL! He lifts one wing— The heavens break! Phanessia strikes— The mountains quake! [Latin choir] Caelum frangitur! Terra tremit! Angelus cadit! Hiems venit! [Extended orchestral battle: strings and brass trade the melody; timpani and organ intensify] [Male Barbaric choir; relentless] He silenced her—but not the lie Her severed key unlocked the night Tarvisid spared, the chambers stilled The storm obeyed a fractured will [Full choir; stabbing rhythmic phrases] Nibelheim! The hour stops! The whirlwind climbs! The daylight drops! [Distant choir beneath orchestral crescendo] Parce nobis Serva mundum [Sudden silence; fragile strings, distant bell] [Soft mixed choir; lucid and sorrowful] Your empire lives Imperium vivit The north still shines The north still waits Choi Strife— Reach through the storm Find the man Before the god [Instrumental ascent: returning brass theme, faster strings, cascading bells] [Male Barbarian choir; urgent] Across the west, the kingdoms cease He calls the coming winter peace The eastern skies await his flight One noble soul against the night [Full choir; maximum force] SEBINSOL! THE FROST-WINGED ANGEL! Lightning crowns him! Tempests kneel! One wing ascendant! One blade of steel! [Latin choir; rapid answers] Fulmina! Tempestas! Phanessia! SEBINSOL! [Final orchestral blow; choir cuts cleanly] THE WORLD MUST NOT BECOME HIS GRAVE! [Soft ensemble over the final resolving chord] Imperium vivit.
