///*****/// [Intro] The wind comes armed across green hills, standing stones and an old forest at harvest dusk, It bears the dust of kingdoms in its mouth. I bind my fear with wire around my heart, And face the road no coward travels south. [Verse 1] The oldest map was drawn by frightened rulers, Its border crossed the valley like a scar. We burned no homes; we only burned the legend That some are born beneath a lesser star. The road ahead is hungry, cold and trackless, But every mile restores a stolen breath. We choose the honest danger of becoming Above the padded certainty of death. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the low strings start their thunder, See the watchfires answer red. We are more than fear and hunger, We are all the words unsaid. [Chorus] By oak and blood, our oath remains! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. By oak and blood, our oath remains! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. By oak and blood, our oath remains! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us iron survey stakes advancing with the axes of a distant lord. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, Then in the ruin I uncovered an oak leaf pressed into a warrior shield; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] By oak and blood, our oath remains! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. By oak and blood, our oath remains! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: the living land will never be measured into silence. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a lyrical twin-guitar solo that trades folk-shaped melodies before soaring together over a gallop] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of guardians defending ancestral land from a merciless enclosure. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] By oak and blood, our oath remains! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. By oak and blood, our oath remains! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. By oak and blood, our oath remains! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
