[Pre-Intro: Solitary, haunting female voice, no instruments] [Gaelic] Fuil air an t-sluagh, talamh nan sinnsrean [English Translation] Blood on the host, land of the ancestors [Intro: Sudden explosion of death metal guitars and Highland bagpipes] [Wall of sound: thick doom metal riffs grinding underneath sharp bagpipe melodies] [Heavy, synchronized war drum strikes] [Verse 1] The mist is screaming, the iron is cold A story of slaughter, a debt that is old Beneath the floorboards the ancestors wake The earth is hungry for the lives we will take [Chorus] [Death metal guitars shift to fast tremolo picking] [Bagpipes wail a piercing war cry] No white flags flying, no prayers to be said The mountains are heavy with the weight of the dead We sharpen the steel on the edge of our grief The time of the reaper is bloody and brief [Refrain: Deep rhythmic chanting] [Gaelic] Sgrios air an nàmhaid [English Translation] Destruction to the enemy [Verse 2] The heather is stained with the ghosts of our kin The sky turns to iron, the reaping begins They took the harvest, they burned down the gate Now they will drink from the chalice of hate [Verse 3] [Guitars drop into a crushing, dissonant doom chug] The cairns are broken, the lineage thinned But the scent of the traitor is caught in the wind Through the black water and over the peak We find the cowards, the hollow, the weak [The Solo] [Death metal guitars launch into a frantic shred] [Highland bagpipes duel the guitar with traditional ornaments] [Drums maintain a relentless double-kick undercurrent] [Bridge] [Biometric deceleration: The tempo drags downward, guitars becoming sludge-like] [Atmospheric bandage: Low synth pads bridge the grit of the guitars and the tagelharpa] Tear down the banners, let the fire climb high There is no horizon, only the sky [Chorus] We are the shadows that live in the glen The nightmare that haunts the souls of men The soil is thirsty, the sky is a shroud We speak our vengeance long and loud [Outro] [Tempo hits 45 BPM: A crushing, slow-motion pulse] [Final distorted bagpipe note sustained over a fading drum beat] [Gaelic] Fuil... Talamh... Sgrios... [English Translation] Blood... Land... Destruction...
