[Tribal Chanting]: "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" [Djent Riffs] [Verse 1] High above the shattered plains, Where the stormlight carves the mountain veins, The sky is law, the sky is home, We ride the wind where others won’t roam. Wing to wing, in thunder we strike, On beasts of war, through day and night. Our voices echo through open air— To fall in battle is a prayer. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t crawl, we don’t kneel, Born to soar, born to feel. The sky is truth, the ground’s a grave, We hunt as one, we die as brave. [Chorus] Airborn! Hearts like fire, wings like steel, In the storm, we break and heal. Airborn! From sacred skies, our spirits scream, Glory is earned in the hunter’s dream. We are the wind—we are the flame— We rise as warriors, not for fame. [Tribal Chanting]: "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" [Verse 2] The forest breathes, the rivers sing, Each tree a temple, each flight a king. We fight for balance, for land and sky, But threaten the wild—and you will die. Our prey is marked by instinct's call, No walls, no chains, no throne to fall. We are the edge, the sharpened cry, The final sound before you die. [Break – Djent Instrumental Interlude] [Complex rhythmic breakdown mimicking wingbeats and wind patterns] [Pre-Chorus] We don’t crawl, we don’t kneel, Born to soar, born to feel. The sky is truth, the ground’s a grave, We hunt as one, we die as brave. [Chorus] Airborn! Hearts like fire, wings like steel, In the storm, we break and heal. Airborn! From sacred skies, our spirits scream, Glory is earned in the hunter’s dream. We are the wind—we are the flame— We rise as warriors, not for fame. [Bridge – Tribal Chant/Growled Section] [Tribal Chanting]: "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Pukd Avk Fidilo!" "Gralav! Ta Tho Douk Avk Tho Laxavk!" "Gralav! Ta Oil Walrk Avk Ta Oil Kavkkan!" "Muav dho varr ad ail dlako ko kavo!" [Tribal Chanting]: "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" "HOO... HAH! HOO... HAH!" [Final Chorus – Extended] Airborn! Let the heavens bear our cry, Steel and feathers slicing high. Airborn! The storm is blood, the wind is law, We hunt, we kill, without a flaw. Airborn! Born of sky, forged by flame, We live for the hunt—we die for the name. [Outro – Atmospheric Fade] [Ethereal chords echo, with distant calls of birds of prey] Glide through the silence… Fall into the storm… We are the wind… We are Airborn.
