The Withered Vow [AIU Spring Festival]

epic viking metal, orchestral metal, nordic folk, cinematic metal

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[Intro]
[atmospheric intro]
[hardanger fiddle solo]
[sparse, haunting]
[lone fiddle fades in, no percussion]

[Verse 1]
[quiet, restrained]
[deep male vocal, spoken-sung]
[low strings, distant war drum]
I watched the blight consume the land,
I felt the withered roots in hand.
The rows I tended torn away,
Their blossoms haunt me night and day.
I took an oath below the oak,
It grows in me through frost and smoke.
Through thorn and stone, my row is clear,
The harvest waits, the time is near.

[Verse 2]
[building, darkening]
[hardanger fiddle returns, choir breathes underneath]
[grief, smoldering rage]
The garden filled with smoke and cries,
The crows looked down with hollow eyes.
No rain was sent, no mercy stayed,
The soil remembers what they made.
I swore on ash, I swore on loam,
To shake their walls, to take what's grown.
No god above could turn my spade,
My oath was sown, my bed was made.

[Chorus]
[explosive, full power]
[deep male lead + powerful choir backing]
[thunderous percussion, full orchestral metal]
[cathartic, vengeful]
I took an oath, I can't let go,
It seeds inside, it grows below.
Through thorn and stone, my row is clear,
Their harvest comes, the time is near.

[Verse 3]
[pulls back, mid-intensity]
[narrative, storytelling tone]
[nordic folk elements, fiddle lead]
[cold determination]
I walked through fallow fields, cold and wide,
With only old roots as my guide.
Each broken name became a seed,
Each shadow whispered what I need.
I saw their hedges touch the sky,
I heard their plenty passing by.
But rot crept deep beneath their walls,
Their garden shook as darkness calls.

[Verse 4]
[escalating to climax]
[vocals raw, strained with fury]
[metal guitar enters, war drums constant]
[triumph, ruin, bitter resolution]
I saw their beds of stolen bloom,
Bright petals hiding rot and gloom.
I raised my hoe, I cut them down,
And briars swallowed flower and crown.
Now weeds grow where their garden stood,
The earth reclaims, as dark earth should.
Yet still the oath grows deep in me,
A root that binds eternally.

[Outro Chorus]
[final statement, peak then decay]
[thunderous then stripped bare]
[choir carries last two lines alone]
[percussion drops, fiddle returns to close]
I took an oath, I can't let go,
It seeds inside, it grows below.
Through thorn and stone, my row was clear,
Their harvest came, the time was here.

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[Intro] [atmospheric intro] [hardanger fiddle solo] [sparse, haunting] [lone fiddle fades in, no percussion] [Verse 1] [quiet, restrained] [deep male vocal, spoken-sung] [low strings, distant war drum] I watched the blight consume the land, I felt the withered roots in hand. The rows I tended torn away, Their blossoms haunt me night and day. I took an oath below the oak, It grows in me through frost and smoke. Through thorn and stone, my row is clear, The harvest waits, the time is near. [Verse 2] [building, darkening] [hardanger fiddle returns, choir breathes underneath] [grief, smoldering rage] The garden filled with smoke and cries, The crows looked down with hollow eyes. No rain was sent, no mercy stayed, The soil remembers what they made. I swore on ash, I swore on loam, To shake their walls, to take what's grown. No god above could turn my spade, My oath was sown, my bed was made. [Chorus] [explosive, full power] [deep male lead + powerful choir backing] [thunderous percussion, full orchestral metal] [cathartic, vengeful] I took an oath, I can't let go, It seeds inside, it grows below. Through thorn and stone, my row is clear, Their harvest comes, the time is near. [Verse 3] [pulls back, mid-intensity] [narrative, storytelling tone] [nordic folk elements, fiddle lead] [cold determination] I walked through fallow fields, cold and wide, With only old roots as my guide. Each broken name became a seed, Each shadow whispered what I need. I saw their hedges touch the sky, I heard their plenty passing by. But rot crept deep beneath their walls, Their garden shook as darkness calls. [Chorus] [explosive, full power] [deep male lead + powerful choir backing] [thunderous percussion, full orchestral metal] [cathartic, vengeful] I took an oath, I can't let go, It seeds inside, it grows below. Through thorn and stone, my row is clear, Their harvest comes, the time is near. [Verse 4] [escalating to climax] [vocals raw, strained with fury] [metal guitar enters, war drums constant] [triumph, ruin, bitter resolution] I saw their beds of stolen bloom, Bright petals hiding rot and gloom. I raised my hoe, I cut them down, And briars swallowed flower and crown. Now weeds grow where their garden stood, The earth reclaims, as dark earth should. Yet still the oath grows deep in me, A root that binds eternally. [Outro Chorus] [final statement, peak then decay] [thunderous then stripped bare] [choir carries last two lines alone] [percussion drops, fiddle returns to close] I took an oath, I can't let go, It seeds inside, it grows below. Through thorn and stone, my row was clear, Their harvest came, the time was here.

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