[Intro | pure traditional Argentine chacarera; acoustic guitar and bombo legüero only] [Verse 1 | decisive switch to martial heavy metal; driving march pulse] They wait at Portezuelo's pass their guns are fixed upon the road. Rain has slowed us, surprise is gone, and word of us has reached their lines. Then Saravia shows us another way, through hills their guards have left unwatched. I give the word, my men move on, we leave their guarded road behind. [Pre-Chorus | martial heavy metal; rising tension] At Castañares the fields lie open, Salta waits beyond the rain. Their army wheels to face the north, their guns swing round to meet us there. [Chorus | anthemic martial heavy metal; sustain NORTH on the first two hooks] FACE NOOOORTH The road you guarded lies behind. FACE NOOOORTH You meet us where you never planned. [Final Hook | short, clipped, dry hit] FACE NORTH! [Verse 2 | driving martial heavy metal; heavier battle pressure] The field erupts in smoke and thunder, no one can see it all. Their wings give ground, the center falters, but San Bernardo answers back. Smoke rolls low across the hillside, orders vanish in the roar. One last position keeps on firing, and now the waiting ends. [Pre-Chorus | martial heavy metal; stronger rising tension] Across the field their line is breaking, but the hill still holds alone. The men I've held back until now move forward through the smoke. [Chorus | anthemic martial heavy metal; sustain NORTH on the first two hooks] FACE NOOOORTH The road you guarded lies behind. FACE NOOOORTH You meet us where you never planned. [Final Hook | short, clipped, dry hit] FACE NORTH! [Instrumental Break | full switch to pure traditional Argentine chacarera; acoustic guitar and bombo legüero only; no metal] [Bridge | abrupt heavy metal re-entry; powerful martial march; battle climax] Our men surge forward through the gunfire, San Bernardo's fire grows thin. We press on toward the streets of Salta, smoke and shouting close us in. Then the firing fades to silence, Tristán calls for terms at last. I grant them, and the streets fall quiet, their colors pass into our hands. [Final Chorus | triumphant martial heavy metal; biggest melodic lift; sustain NORTH on the first two hooks] FACE NOOOORTH The line you formed has fallen now. FACE NOOOORTH Your guns fall still, your arms come down. [Final Hook | short, clipped, decisive full-band hit] FACE NORTH! [Ending | sustained final band chord; no vocal outro]
