(Verse 1) The air is thin, the wind is a blade, In the narrow pass where the stand is made. Ten thousand giants against a hundred brave men, The odds of the world are failing again. But the heights are our brothers, the cliffs are our wall, In the place where the giants have no room to fall! Erik stands front, with the Greatsword held high, Beneath the cold gray of a wintering sky. (Pre-Chorus) Boulders are falling like rain from the peaks, As the voice of the mountain in thunder-claps speaks! "Archers, aim for the eyes of the beast! Before they can join in their cannibal feast!" (Chorus) The Battle of the High lands! The narrow and cold, Where the stories of valor and fire are told! One man in the gap, a titan of light, Holding the line in the middle of night! Though the earth is their mother and stone is their skin, They’ll find that the spirit of Enorl shall win! (Verse 2) A "Breaker" Nephilim, armored in slate, Charges the line with the pressure of fate. His club is a tree-trunk, his breath is a storm, He crushes the shield-wall’s organized form. But Erik is faster, a blur in the snow, He strikes at the knee-joint to bring the beast low. The Greatsword carves through the ancient rock-hide, And the giant falls screaming down the mountain-side! (Bridge) (The music turns frantic—double-kick drumming and shredding guitars) The pass is a bottleneck! The giants are jammed! Fighting the fury of the ghosts of the damned! Loyria fires from the ridge up above, Protecting her people, protecting her love. One giant slips... then another follows suit, Tumbling down to the valley’s dark root! [Solo Section: A "Duel" between two Lead Guitars—one playing slow, heavy riffs (The Giants) and the other playing lightning-fast arpeggios (Erik)] (Verse 3) The snow is now crimson, the ice is now red, As the High Pass is choked with the Nephilim dead. Olxyos watches from the valley below, And orders his mages of magma to go. The ground begins boiling, the frost starts to melt, A heat that the mountains have never yet felt. The retreat must continue, the peak is no more, As the Nephilim bring out the magic of war! (Chorus) The Battle of the High lands! The narrow and cold, Where the stories of valor and fire are told! One man in the gap, a titan of light, Holding the line in the middle of night! Though the earth is their mother and stone is their skin, They’ll find that the spirit of Enorl shall win! (Outro) The mountain is weeping... The pass has been held... But the fire is rising... The giants unquelled. Lord of the Sword! Higher we go! Higher! (Sound of steam hissing and rocks cracking from extreme heat)
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