18. Battle of Lund 1676

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V3.5

[Heavy, distorted guitar riff begins – slow tempo, piano, melancholic feel]
(Verse 1)
December’s chill, a frozen field of white,
Lund’s frozen ground, bathed in fading light.
Many thousands strong, the Danish King did ride,
Against the Swedes, a tide of crimson tide.
(Verse)
thousands brave, a kingdom's hope they bore,
To meet the charge, and spill their life’s blood for more.
(Hook)
Fix bayonets!!!... 
The captain scream's!!!...
Hold the Line!!!...
(Chorus) 
The cavalry is coming, knee by knee,
With drawn swords, they attacking,
This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess,
A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams.
Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar,
Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men.
Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate,
thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate.
(Verse 2)
The clash of steel, a symphony of pain,
A frozen hell, where thousands met their rain.
Of lead and steel, a harvest grim and cold,
A story told, in bravery, yet bold.
King Christian’s might, King Charles’s steely gaze,
Both kingdoms bleed, in history’s hazy maze.
[Complex piano solo with syncopated drums]
(Verse 3)
Seventy percent, a terrible, high cost,
A brother’s blade, a kingdom dearly lost.
Nine thousand Danes, five thousand Swedes lay low,
Beneath the snow, a silent, bitter flow.
Of crimson streams, a testament to strife,
A pointless war, that stole away their life.
(Hook)
Fix bayonets!!!... 
The captain scream's!!!...
Hold the Line!!!...
(Chorus) 
The cavalry is coming, knee by knee,
With drawn swords, they attacking,
This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess,
A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams.
Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar,
Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men.
Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate,
thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate.
(Bridge)
Across the years, the echoes still remain,
A mournful wind, that whispers through the plain.
A chilling tale, of kingdoms torn apart,
A bleeding heart, a fractured, broken heart.
(Hook)
Fix bayonets!!!... 
The captain scream's!!!...
Hold the Line!!!...
(Chorus) 
The cavalry is coming, knee by knee,
With drawn swords, they attacking,
This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess,
A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams.
Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar,
Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men.
Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate,
thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate.
[piano fades out slowly, leaving a lingering sense of sadness and loss]
(Outro)
Lund... Lund... A field of sorrow... (whispered)

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[Heavy, distorted guitar riff begins – slow tempo, piano, melancholic feel] (Verse 1) December’s chill, a frozen field of white, Lund’s frozen ground, bathed in fading light. Many thousands strong, the Danish King did ride, Against the Swedes, a tide of crimson tide. (Verse) thousands brave, a kingdom's hope they bore, To meet the charge, and spill their life’s blood for more. (Hook) Fix bayonets!!!... The captain scream's!!!... Hold the Line!!!... (Chorus) The cavalry is coming, knee by knee, With drawn swords, they attacking, This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess, A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams. Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar, Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men. Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate, thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate. (Verse 2) The clash of steel, a symphony of pain, A frozen hell, where thousands met their rain. Of lead and steel, a harvest grim and cold, A story told, in bravery, yet bold. King Christian’s might, King Charles’s steely gaze, Both kingdoms bleed, in history’s hazy maze. [Complex piano solo with syncopated drums] (Verse 3) Seventy percent, a terrible, high cost, A brother’s blade, a kingdom dearly lost. Nine thousand Danes, five thousand Swedes lay low, Beneath the snow, a silent, bitter flow. Of crimson streams, a testament to strife, A pointless war, that stole away their life. (Hook) Fix bayonets!!!... The captain scream's!!!... Hold the Line!!!... (Chorus) The cavalry is coming, knee by knee, With drawn swords, they attacking, This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess, A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams. Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar, Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men. Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate, thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate. (Bridge) Across the years, the echoes still remain, A mournful wind, that whispers through the plain. A chilling tale, of kingdoms torn apart, A bleeding heart, a fractured, broken heart. (Hook) Fix bayonets!!!... The captain scream's!!!... Hold the Line!!!... (Chorus) The cavalry is coming, knee by knee, With drawn swords, they attacking, This is!!!. , point of no return, what a bloody mess, A brother’s war, a shattered kingdom’s dreams. Cavalry charges again with thunderous, brutal roar, Hold the line! But the ground is soaked with blood and men. Lund’s bloody field, a testament to hate, thousands men are fallen, sealed by cruelest fate. [piano fades out slowly, leaving a lingering sense of sadness and loss] (Outro) Lund... Lund... A field of sorrow... (whispered)

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