The Wilder Calls

male Vocals, sitting next to a campfire, singing through a gas mask

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(Verse 1)

The northern lights burn over frozen graves,
Paint the ice with colors no sane man can name.
The sea is silent, the mountains stare,
Ancient gods whisper through the Alaskan air.
We came for shelter, we came for gold,
We came for stories the old world told.
But the Wilder takes more than blood and bone,
It steals your mind till you're not your own.
Mimics smile with a borrowed face,
Calling your name from an empty place.
Human horrors crawl from the snow,
Wearing the skin of men we know.

(Chorus)

Oh, the Wilder calls, and nobody leaves,
Under shattered stars and the frozen trees.
Every road bends back through the endless night,
To the Wishgranter's distant light.
The heavens crack and the oceans moan,
Lovecraft's children claim their throne.
We chase our dreams through the blizzard's howl,
While the Wilder watches and the old gods prowl.

(Verse 2)

The Gestapo marches with iron law,
Building walls against cosmic jaws.
They swear that order will save mankind,
Though madness waits in every mind.
The Freedom Bearers roam the wild,
Laughing like reckless, untamed children.
They say the Wilder should remain free,
No chains for gods, no chains for me.
The Wehrmacht guards the southern line,
Counting bullets and marking time.
Yet every patrol that disappears,
Returns as shadows feeding fears.

(Verse 3)

The Murky Clouds search the frozen storms,
Studying wounds where reality warps.
Their instruments hum, their notebooks fill,
Yet the Wilder keeps its secrets still.
The Torch Bearers walk alone,
Through forests where the stars have grown.
No banners raised, no masters served,
Only instinct and shattered nerves.
The Dirty Dynasty stalks the roads,
Trading secrets and stolen loads.
A knife for food, a lie for fuel,
In the Wilder every saint turns cruel.
And deep beyond the shattered land,
The Monolith hears a silent command.
Praying beneath impossible skies,
To a truth hidden behind dead eyes.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

At the Hotel the candles glow,
A fragile warmth in endless snow.
Hunters, drifters, thieves and saints,
Trading rumors over coffee stains.
Some say the Wishgranter waits below,
Past the mountains where no winds blow.
Some say it grants your deepest plea,
Others say it only sets horrors free.
The Mimics gather beyond the door,
Repeating words they've heard before.
And something vast beneath the sea
Dreams of what we're meant to be.

(Final Chorus)

Oh, the Wilder calls, and nobody leaves,
Through ruined towns and blackened trees.
Every path ends where it began,
In the frozen graveyard of forgotten man.
The Hotel stands while the world decays,
A dying flame in the polar haze.
And we still march toward the Wishgranter's glow,
Though deep inside we already know.
The Wilder keeps what enters in,
Every hope, every loss, every sin.
Beneath the aurora's beautiful fire,
We feed the hunger of something higher.

(Outro)

The lights still dance across the sky...
The old gods dream and never die...
The snow falls softly on the land...
And the Wishgranter waits... with open hands.

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(Verse 1) The northern lights burn over frozen graves, Paint the ice with colors no sane man can name. The sea is silent, the mountains stare, Ancient gods whisper through the Alaskan air. We came for shelter, we came for gold, We came for stories the old world told. But the Wilder takes more than blood and bone, It steals your mind till you're not your own. Mimics smile with a borrowed face, Calling your name from an empty place. Human horrors crawl from the snow, Wearing the skin of men we know. (Chorus) Oh, the Wilder calls, and nobody leaves, Under shattered stars and the frozen trees. Every road bends back through the endless night, To the Wishgranter's distant light. The heavens crack and the oceans moan, Lovecraft's children claim their throne. We chase our dreams through the blizzard's howl, While the Wilder watches and the old gods prowl. (Verse 2) The Gestapo marches with iron law, Building walls against cosmic jaws. They swear that order will save mankind, Though madness waits in every mind. The Freedom Bearers roam the wild, Laughing like reckless, untamed children. They say the Wilder should remain free, No chains for gods, no chains for me. The Wehrmacht guards the southern line, Counting bullets and marking time. Yet every patrol that disappears, Returns as shadows feeding fears. (Verse 3) The Murky Clouds search the frozen storms, Studying wounds where reality warps. Their instruments hum, their notebooks fill, Yet the Wilder keeps its secrets still. The Torch Bearers walk alone, Through forests where the stars have grown. No banners raised, no masters served, Only instinct and shattered nerves. The Dirty Dynasty stalks the roads, Trading secrets and stolen loads. A knife for food, a lie for fuel, In the Wilder every saint turns cruel. And deep beyond the shattered land, The Monolith hears a silent command. Praying beneath impossible skies, To a truth hidden behind dead eyes. (Chorus) Oh, the Wilder calls, and nobody leaves, Under shattered stars and the frozen trees. Every road bends back through the endless night, To the Wishgranter's distant light. The heavens crack and the oceans moan, Lovecraft's children claim their throne. We chase our dreams through the blizzard's howl, While the Wilder watches and the old gods prowl. (Bridge) At the Hotel the candles glow, A fragile warmth in endless snow. Hunters, drifters, thieves and saints, Trading rumors over coffee stains. Some say the Wishgranter waits below, Past the mountains where no winds blow. Some say it grants your deepest plea, Others say it only sets horrors free. The Mimics gather beyond the door, Repeating words they've heard before. And something vast beneath the sea Dreams of what we're meant to be. (Final Chorus) Oh, the Wilder calls, and nobody leaves, Through ruined towns and blackened trees. Every path ends where it began, In the frozen graveyard of forgotten man. The Hotel stands while the world decays, A dying flame in the polar haze. And we still march toward the Wishgranter's glow, Though deep inside we already know. The Wilder keeps what enters in, Every hope, every loss, every sin. Beneath the aurora's beautiful fire, We feed the hunger of something higher. (Outro) The lights still dance across the sky... The old gods dream and never die... The snow falls softly on the land... And the Wishgranter waits... with open hands.

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