[Verse 1 – tense low male baritone, restrained palm-muted guitars, dry wooden impact accents] The Upano moves below the trail, its current dark beneath the rain. Beyond the trees, Logroño waits, its rooflines pale above the clay. No torch is raised among us now; the nearest footsteps fade away. One signal travels from the east— two answers rise and then are gone. [Pre-Chorus – drums build with fills, guitars tighten, rising pressure] Behind those doors they weigh the gold and trust the dark to hold us back. I raise my spear; the silence breaks when all behind me surge ahead. [Chorus – full heavy-metal release, broad forceful riff, low male unison on hook] Logroño falls tonight, beam by beam and door by door. The gold you drag across these hills can bind our hands no more. Fire from behind your shutters, bar your doors and guard the hall— you came here to command us; tonight Logroño falls. [Verse 2 – harder attack, double-time drums, urgent lead vocal] The first gun cracks across the yard, and powder rolls between the roofs. Men stumble out into the yards, still reaching for their belts and boots. We strike before their ranks can form, through narrow lanes and timber frames. A fighter falls across my path; the rush behind me hides his face. [Pre-Chorus – escalating drums with fills, guitars push harder, sustained tension] They gather by the largest house, their gunfire cuts across the smoke. I lead the charge toward their center— if we stop here, the breach will close. [Chorus – full heavy-metal release, stronger low male unison on hook] Logroño falls tonight, beam by beam and door by door. The gold you drag across these hills can bind our hands no more. Fire from behind your shutters, bar your doors and guard the hall— you came here to command us; tonight Logroño falls. [Short Guitar Solo – aggressive melodic lead over shifting heavy rhythm, 8 bars] [Bridge – crushing half-time pressure, close and heavy, building toward the breach] Within the yard the gun smoke hangs, too thick to see the farther door. A shot tears splinters from the post my shoulder struck a breath before. Above us, timber catches fire; red firelight cuts across the yard. I see the final door give way and lead the rush in through the frame. [Final Chorus – maximum intensity, low male unison on hook, abrupt final hit] Logroño falls tonight, beam by beam and door by door. The gold you dragged across these hills can bind our hands no more. No gun answers from the shutters, no line holds across the yard. You came here to command us— tonight Logroño falls.
