[Intro - Soft fiddle, acoustic guitar, distant wind.]
[Warm, weathered voice]
The Popo migrate at winter's call... we follow close behind...
Yukomo Wyverians—born of the mountain kind.
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[Verse 1 - Gentle folk, storytelling]
The Popo migrate at winter's call, we follow close behind
The snow can kill the unprepared—the mountain is not kind
But we have lived here since the dawn, before the Guild had names
Yukomo Wyverians—we wear the winter as our flames
We build our homes from ancient pines that grow upon the peak
We know the paths the Blangonga take, the caves where they may seek
Shelter from the biting winds that scream across the stone
The mountain is our mother, child—we never walk alone
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[Pre-Chorus - Fiddle joins]
Snow falls deep! Winds may howl!
We survive! And we prowl!
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[Chorus - Nordic folk energy]
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT COVERS ALL WE KNOW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT TEACHES US TO GROW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BREATH!
YUKOMO WYVERIANS—WE DANCE WITH WINTER'S WRATH!
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[Verse 2 - More instrumentation]
My grandmother could read the clouds and know when storms would break
She'd gather us inside the hall and keep us all awake
With stories of the hunters who had braved the frozen peaks
My father taught me how to track the Gammoth in the drifts
To read the signs, to move with care, to notice every shift
In snow and wind and creature's breath—the mountain tells its tale
If you listen close enough, you'll never, ever fail
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
Avalanches rumble low!
We respect what we know!
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[Chorus]
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT COVERS ALL WE KNOW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT TEACHES US TO GROW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BREATH!
YUKOMO WYVERIANS—WE DANCE WITH WINTER'S WRATH!
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[Bridge - Spoken]
[Elderly voice]
A hunter once asked, "How do you survive here?"
I laughed. "The cold isn't your enemy. It's your teacher."
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[Verse 3 - Hardy, emotional]
When springtime comes, the snow retreats, the mountain shows its face
The flowers bloom in colors bright across this frozen place
We celebrate with feasts and songs, we honor those who fell
The Gammoth calves are born up high, we watch them take first steps
The Popo herds return again—the mountain never forgets
Its children, its guardians, the ones who call it home
Yukomo Wyverians—we're never, ever alone
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[Fiddle Solo - Nordic folk, soaring, snow-kissed]
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[Final Chorus - Massive, triumphant]
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT COVERS ALL WE KNOW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT TEACHES US TO GROW!
MOUNTAIN SNOW! IT'S IN OUR BLOOD AND BREATH!
YUKOMO WYVERIANS—WE DANCE WITH WINTER'S—
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[Outro - Fading wind]
[Whispered]
...wrath.
The snow falls again...
...and we are home.
AsheTheHyena
