[Call of the Drum] [Deep Frame-Drums, Tribal Stomps] Cold wind bites the camp, snow cuts like iron on breath. But the circle tightens, voices rise, and one hundred forty-two burns like runes under skin. [Chant Verse — Fast, Rhythmic Syllables] Ho-rra! Ho-rra! Steps thunder in frozen dust, hands strike shield-rims in time. Choirs clash like steel wolves, no retreat in the heartbeat. One hundred forty-two — we roar it into sky. [Chorus — Full Ritual Choir] 🔥 One hundred forty-two! 🔥 Drums slam like hooves of gods, breath whistles through winter teeth. We are storm, we are march, we are bone-fire rhythm! One hundred forty-two! The ground shakes back. [Bridge — Shaman Call] [Throat-Singing + Flute Cry] A voice from deep earth rattles ribs like a spirit knock. Ash dances. Blood warms. The circle spins faster. [Second Drop — War Dance] [Drums double tempo, male+female choir layered] Feet stamp hard — no softness. Sparks leap from frozen stone. Our chant runs like wolves in night: One hundred forty-two One hundred forty-two One hundred forty-two! until echoes fade in red-black sky. [Outro] Snow settles slow, but hearts still drum fast. The day has already chosen its warriors.
