Fire in the Ardennes

Cinematic war march with snare rolls, low brass, and male vocals in a gritty, anthemic register, Verses sit over tense strings and muted horns; chorus explodes with pounding toms, gang shouts, and wide brass chords, Bridge strips to distant drums and drone, then returns with full ensemble and layered battlefield chants

[Verse 1] Snow to our knees Guns turning black from the cold Engines cough steam in the pines Breath hanging heavy like ghosts Maps on a hood Flashlight beam over names Ardennes carved deep in the bark We circle dates Not if but when [Chorus] Fire in the Ardennes We hold this line We hold again Brothers in broken belts and steel We don’t back down We never kneel Fire in the Ardennes Through iron rain and splintered trees If we fall We rise as ten Fire in the Ardennes [Verse 2] Tracks in the dark Distant thunder of shells Letters from home in our pockets Folded beside empty shells “Dig in ” the word Boots sinking slow in the frost Names stitched in cloth on our chests Daring the world to cross [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Smoke in the branches Sky turning gray then red We count in whispers For every friend who bled [growing gang vocals] Left Right Hearts beat One march One breath Push back the steel tide Stare down death [Chorus]

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