[Verse I] [Instruments: Cinematic accordion in minor key drone, military snare rolls in slow march, guzheng like bones cracking, erhu groaning low] [Vocal style: Raw harsh guttural death growl, extremely low-pitched, violent delivery] (Forth we march in shadow’s tread) (Flesh shall break, the rivers red) The ash did fall on yesterborn, And from the peat our blades were sworn. With fangèd grin and helm of bone, We grind the truth ‘neath granite stone. No prayers remain, no stars alight, We strike at dawn, we feast at night. (Split the sinew, tear the tongue!) (Feed the gods with battles sung!) [Verse II] [Instruments: Snare intensifies, accordion harshens rhythm, guzheng rattles like shackles, erhu screams faint behind] [Vocal style: Death growl, rhythmic phrasing like a war chant] Their children sleep with daggered dreams, We boil their blood in iron streams. A thousand nails for every king, A crown of limbs — our offering. Their temples burn with wailing mass, We piss upon the holy glass. (Flay the meek, adorn the pyre!) (Drag the priest through choking mire!) Our war-born chant on coals is cast, A song of death, both slow and vast. [Chorus] [Instruments: All elements strike hard, pounding rhythm, warlike cadence] [Vocal style: Guttural chant, shouted rhythmically in long deep growls] (Strike! Cleave! Burn the skies!) (Choke the sun where honor dies!) (War is breath, and death is law!) (Break their bones in tooth and claw!) [Bridge] [Instruments: Slower now, accordion breathes like lungs, erhu cries softly, guzheng like rain on steel] [Vocal style: Whispered growl, intimate and cruel] No banners here, nor sacred rite, We forge our names through endless night. In silence deep, the marshes hum— They know the dread of what we’ve become. (We are not beast. We are not man.) (We are the end of all they plan.) [Verse III] [Instruments: Tension builds again, faster snare, distorted chords swell under folk melody] [Vocal style: Vicious rapid growls, rhythmic and battle-hardened] Their flesh we wear, their teeth we string, Their bones we carve to make them sing. We slit the throat of time and song, The goblin wrath is deep and long. The trees do whisper tales of woe, Where we did stack them row by row. With butchered joy, we paint the flood— (Soil is fed with virgin blood.) [Final Chorus] [Instruments: All instruments erupt — percussive storm, warlike energy surges to climax] [Vocal style: Chanting guttural layers, triumphant and monstrous] (Strike! Cleave! Burn the skies!) (Choke the sun where honor dies!) (War is breath, and death is law!) (Break their bones in tooth and claw!) [Outro] [Instruments: Fading accordion drone, final guzheng strum like snapped tendon, one deep snare beat] [Vocal style: Final slow growl, hollow and eternal] (We came from mud. We leave but smoke.) (This world shall drown beneath our yoke.) [Fade to end]
