By frost… By stone… By breath that turns to smoke alone… [Verse 1] Frozen loch beneath grey sky Wind cuts through our wool and bone Boot heels carve the hack by hand No painted rings — the house is known Granite born of mountain fire Dragged to winter’s silent field Older than the clans who stand Older than the swords they wield No walls to hold the northern air No roof to break the storm Only ice and sharpened will And hands made hard and warm [Pre-Chorus – Sweep rhythm begins subtly] Turn the wrist — let it ride Feel the curl against the tide Breath held still — don’t speak Guide the stone — sweep… sweep… [Chorus – Massive Chant] GRANITE WAR — HOLD THE LINE FROST IN LUNGS — HOUSE IS MINE WIND AND ICE — CLAN AND CORE WE WERE BORN FOR GRANITE WAR Sweep! Sweep! Hard and true! Sweep! Sweep! Cut it through! [Verse 2] Tartan wrapped against the gale Snow drifts at the river’s bend Brothers stand in frozen ranks Rivals — yet as winter kin No horn to mark the final stone No crowd beyond the sky Only wind that judges weight And silence when stones collide Granite hums across the loch Low thunder under frost Each strike echoes through the hills Counting gain and loss [Pre-Chorus – Stronger, female harmonies rise like wind over water] Guard the line — hold the edge Draw it close — make your pledge Last stone glides — don’t blink Call it now — sweep! sweep! [Chorus – Larger, layered choir] GRANITE WAR — ICE AND FIRE BREATH OF STEEL — NEVER TIRE RING BY RING — WE ENDURE STONE BY STONE — WE ARE SURE HARD! NOW! HARD! NOW! By frozen loch and northern flame By clan and crest and ancient name By granite cut from mountain scar We swear the house is never far Weight is true… weight is true… Let it curl… let it decide… [Final Chorus – Full power, fiddle driving against wind] GRANITE WAR — STAND AS ONE TILL THE FINAL STONE IS DONE SMALL CLAN FIELD — SKY OUR ROOF WE FIGHT WITH ICE — OUR ONLY PROOF Sweep! Sweep! Hold the line! Sweep! Sweep! House is mine! By frost… By stone… We wage our wars on ice alone…
