[A minor, weighty mid-tempo stomp, not thrash speed] [Intro | single central riff states itself alone, organ pad enters underneath on the repeat] [Verse 1 | powerful chest-voice, declamatory delivery, addressed directly to the war itself as a rising force, no falsetto] You rise again, a summons in disguise, gathering your host beneath new skies. I've counted every fire you require, before they call you holy, call you higher. [Pre-Chorus | delivery cools slightly, more measured, organ carries the weight here] Once it was a parchment, once a scroll, sold for absolution, silver for the soul. Now it's a signature, stamped and sealed, the same indulgence, differently revealed. [Chorus | full power, herald delivering a verdict, one major-tinged lift on the hook line] Same old summons, different flag to fly, same old host, banners raised so high. They call it providence, they call it due, it's just another holy war renewed. [Verse 2 | same declamatory delivery, still addressed to the war itself, bass carries the riff's melody underneath] The priest has named your powers, blessed the flame, called them dominions, older than your name. Every blade grows ancient, tempered and bold, every soldier bearing what the seers foretold. [Pre-Chorus | same as before, word for word] Once it was a parchment, once a scroll, sold for absolution, silver for the soul. Now it's a signature, stamped and sealed, the same indulgence, differently revealed. [Chorus | same as before, word for word] Same old summons, different flag to fly, same old host, banners raised so high. They call it providence, they call it due, it's just another holy war renewed. [Guitar Solo | melodic and bluesy, long bends and sustain, no shredding, no blast beat underneath] [Verse 3 | delivery turns weary rather than powerful here, still addressed to the war itself, clear and controlled] I've seen this host a thousand fires before, same summons rising for another war. It's only ritual, the verse by heart, it's just the only scripture they could start. [Final Pre-Chorus | delivery at its lowest and weariest point in the song here] It was a parchment then, it's a signature now, the same forgiveness bought under a different vow. Same silver, same seal, same scroll unrolled, it's the same indulgence, a thousand fires old. [Final Chorus | full power returns, herald's verdict at its most weighted] Same old summons, same old flag unfurled, same old host still running the same old world. They call it providence, they call it true, it's the only scripture they ever knew. [Outro | riff drops to just bass and organ, then cuts]
