[Verse 1: Kraeth – The Blade Begins] Armor-clad, heart attack in a storm cadence, War-savage artifact in a forged haven, Torch-blazing, morph-phase with the sword statements, Flesh-ripping metaphors flared like war ravens. Never begged, core-etched in the floor pavement, Spit furnace—split sermons with more flame than Hell's doctrine—shell shock in a quartz casing, Fury-born, fury-worn, silence is the fourth language. March steady, bark deadly with torch banners, Crush kingdoms in rhythm like force hammers, Ghost-standard, bolt-brandished in storm patterns, Soul-plated bold hatred—scorch bammers. Quick decisions with precision that split the vision, Hit position with ignition and friction in every mission. No permission, just attrition with wisdom that’s intermission, Fate collision—blade’s incision is justice with premonition. [Hook / Chorus: Nico – Rise Through the Wreckage] We were battle-born, cast from the clash and the iron, Every step is a verse, every breath is defiant. Raise the banner through the brimstone silence, Where the flames preach freedom and the blade births guidance. Battle-born, with the soul of a thousand risen, Crafted for the storm, never bowed in the prism. March with the rhythm of resistance refined, This is Kraeth and Nico—two edges combined. [Verse 2: Nico – The Banner Rises] Calculated elevation—narrative of nations torn, Each sentence etched like laws on obsidian parchment worn. Silver tongue flicker—diplomatic with harm reformed, Speaking strategy in tragedies while adversaries march deformed. Mind like an architect, building through the barricades, Every word a cornerstone laid where despair decays. Grace and gridlock, face of the paradox—flare displayed, Balance blades and ballots in the havoc where the terror plays. Curate calm through the carnage and orchestrate unity, Rooted in the loam where the oaths bloom beautifully. Truthfully, the diplomacy danced through scrutiny, Measured like the stars as they arc in the ruins' eulogy. Peace forged in fire, aligned with divine pursuit, Spoken like a cipher through minds that define the truth. Alliance architect, bold in the lines of truce, Each bar a bridge for the tribes that the lies dilute. [Hook / Chorus: Nico – Rise Through the Wreckage] We were battle-born, cast from the clash and the iron, Every step is a verse, every breath is defiant. Raise the banner through the brimstone silence, Where the flames preach freedom and the blade births guidance. Battle-born, with the soul of a thousand risen, Crafted for the storm, never bowed in the prism. March with the rhythm of resistance refined, This is Kraeth and Nico—two edges combined. [Verse 3: Kraeth – Strike in the Pulse of War] Pulse in the planet, granite under my warsteps, Forge breath in vortex, texts coded like cortex. Skull-crack syntax, militant with the raw hex, Chain break phrasin’, flame-etched in the raw flex. Momentum in my mental, infinite with the interval, Cyclone syllables spiral through your pinnacle. Non-typical, miracle in the cynical—ritual, Every bar built with scars from the inner pull. Grit in the marrow, shadow in my stare quake, Smash through façades, I craft in the air’s weight. Pressure-built, death revealed in the prayer's shape, Truth cut ruthless, proof lit in flare breaks. Vision too vivid—I'm risen from friction, Anvil-borne diction, ripping through fiction. No intermission, just transmission of conviction, Crushing inhibition with rhythm precision. [Verse 4: Nico – The Future Forged] Ink maps the mission—cartography in flame, Each verse a constellation drawn across domain. Speak peace in the tempest, whisper it through pain, Turn iron into bridges and war into refrain. Orator of balance, calligraphy of might, Scripture through the static, divinity through fight. Each strategy is galaxy-woven and star-bound, Silhouettes of justice I sculpt from the hard sound. Govern the ether with aetheric exactitude, Blueprint rebuilder in seismic attitude. Anchor the vision through civic magnitude, Hope in the cadence, uplift as the battle proved. Victory’s not solo—it's symphony, synchronized, Shared like breath beneath the embered sky. Banner aloft with the wind as the signal flies, Kraeth cut the way, Nico lifts what dignifies. [Hook / Chorus – Final Surge: Kraeth & Nico Unified] We were battle-born, cast from the clash and the iron, Every line a frontline, every sign is defiant. March where the broken built fires from silence, Risen through the wreckage, refined through the violence. Battle-born, with the soul of a thousand risen, Crafted for the storm, carved deep in the prism. Stand at the summit where the futures align— Kraeth Nico eternal—two edges, one spine.
