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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Under frost on the river stones
We were made of iron bones
Cold wind cutting through the yard
Still we carried it that hard
Boots in line on the broken path
Old red banner, winter wrath
Hands scarred up from work and war
We kept walking, more and more
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the drums in the snow
Hear the brothers below
Every vow that we swore
Pulls us up from the floor
[Chorus]
We rise, we rise
Through the white
We rise, we rise
Into night
Hold the line
Hold it tight
We rise, we rise
Through the white
[Verse 2]
By the furnace, sparks flew high
Black smoke climbed and split the sky
Mothers sang while the bread came warm
Sons went out in the storm
Names carved deep in the chapel wood
All the years that we stood
If the road turns sharp and hard
We still carry the guard
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the drums in the snow
Hear the brothers below
Every vow that we swore
Pulls us up from the floor
[Chorus]
We rise, we rise
Through the white
We rise, we rise
Into night
Hold the line
Hold it tight
We rise, we rise
Through the white
[Bridge]
Let the bells ring slow
Let the old scars show
We are not made to break
We are stone awake
[Final Chorus]
We rise, we rise
Through the white
We rise, we rise
Into night
Hold the line
Hold it tight
We rise, we rise
Through the white
Details
GeneratedMay 18, 2026
Duration3:47
LanguageFrench
Style
Epic Slavic choral anthem with марш-like toms, low brass, and мужской choir swells; verse stays stern and sparse with solo lead over frame drums, pre-chorus opens into stacked unison voices, chorus hits with full male-female choir and chant replies. Add balalaika tremolo, distant bell tolls, and a rising snare roll into the final lift. Wide, massive, and granite-bright mix.
Credits
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LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Style Russia Alexander choir group, Russia war masters
