[Intro – low growl, distant thunder, wind howling]
Two shadows circle in a frozen sky…
Fire meets frost… pride meets patience…
[Verse 1 – Lindworm]
You coil in ice while the world ignites,
Six of our kin turned ash in their fights.
You call it patience—I call it decay,
While humans sharpen steel for another day.
You feel that wind? That’s fear in the air,
Not winter’s mercy—it’s a hunter’s prayer.
We strike as one, we burn them to bone—
Or we’ll fall divided… hunted… alone.
[Pre-Chorus – Lindworm (snarling, slipping into German)]
Du Narr! Du wartest, während sie kommen!
(Fool! You wait while they are coming!)
Blut wird fließen—deins, wenn wir nichts tun!
(Blood will spill—yours if we do nothing!)
[Chorus – Both, clashing vocals]
[Lindworm:]
Strike now! Tear the sky apart!
Burn their cities, crush their hearts!
[Gorymych:]
Let them come… let them freeze…
Winter bends them to their knees!
[Both:]
Fire or frost—who will reign?
Dragon pride or human flame?
[Verse 2 – Zmey Gorymych (cold, controlled)]
You roar like thunder, but think like prey,
Rushing to die in a mortal fray.
I have seen empires choke on snow,
Watched great armies sink below.
Winter is a blade they cannot see,
A silent war that bends the knee.
Why should I bleed for your foolish claim?
Your hunger… your pride… lit this flame.
[Pre-Chorus – Gorymych (slipping into Russian)]
Пусть идут… зима их сломает.
(Let them come… winter will break them.)
Ты сам выбрал эту войну.
(You chose this war yourself.)
[Chorus – Both, louder, more chaotic]
[Lindworm:]
Strike now! Take their breath away!
End their rise before it stays!
[Gorymych:]
Let them march into the grave!
Cold will claim what fire can’t save!
[Both:]
Fire or frost—who decides?
Which of us will watch them die?
[Bridge – Argument explodes, overlapping lines]
[Lindworm:]
If we wait, I lose my lands—
My mountains fall to human hands!
[Gorymych (cutting in):]
Then call for aid—if any remain!
But don’t expect them after your stain!
[Lindworm:]
We are dragons—we take, not plead!
[Gorymych:]
Six lie dead from your reckless greed!
[Lindworm (furious, German):]
Du hast Angst! Du versteckst dich im Eis!
(You are afraid! You hide in ice!)
Gorymych (roaring, Russian):
Я не боюсь — я жду их смерти!
(I am not afraid—I wait for their death!)
[Gorymych (final blow):]
Gargouille… Cuelebre… ashes in storm—
And you still think this war is yours?
[Breakdown – slow, crushing rhythm]
Six dragons fallen…
Names lost to flame…
And still you argue…
Who is to blame…
[Final Chorus – massive, layered vocals]
[Lindworm:]
Then I’ll strike alone if I must!
Turn their empires into dust!
[Gorymych:]
Then die in fire, if that’s your will—
I’ll watch them freeze… and I’ll be still.
[Both:]
Fire or frost—the end is near!
Dragons divided… humans draw near!
[Outro – fading wind and distant roar]
Winter whispers…
War answers…
And the sky waits… to choose.
ElCeviche
