[❄️ The Sword of Eternal Winter (Repetitive Cycle) ⚔️] [I. THE ICE IN THE BLOOD (Verse Cycle)] [(Riff 1: Relentless Tremolo Picking. Fast Blast Beats. Hypnotic and Cold.)] In frozen trenches, beneath a sky of lead. The sun is dead, the heavens are dead. In frozen trenches, beneath a sky of lead. The sun is dead, the heavens are dead. Only the fear still speaks, the ice is law. The flesh is torn, the wounds are raw. Only the fear still speaks, the ice is law. The flesh is torn, the wounds are raw. Names of heroes are stones without a voice. Bullets offer no pardon, there is no choice. Names of heroes are stones without a voice. Bullets offer no pardon, there is no choice. II. SHADOW OVER CITIES (Verse Cycle)] [(Riff 2: Mid-Tempo, Heavy, Dissonant March.] [Slightly slower drums, emphasizing the snare.)] The cities fall to dust, beneath the boot of steel. The breathing ruins, the truth they reveal. The cities fall to dust, beneath the boot of steel. The breathing ruins, the truth they reveal. Ashes settle thick, upon the eyes that wept. Secrets of the blood that the rivers have kept. Ashes settle thick, upon the eyes that wept. Secrets of the blood that the rivers have kept. Slaughter is an art, silent and insane. No frontlines, no honour, just the endless pain. Slaughter is an art, silent and insane. No frontlines, no honour, just the endless pain. [🔨 CHORUS (Attack Section)] [(Riff 3: Ferocious Blast Beats, Aggressive Tremolo—Maximum Intensity Break.)] THE SWORD OF ETERNAL WINTER – HAS SHATTERED US TO DUST! WAR! WAR! – OUR SACRED MASSACRE! BULLETS DIG IN DEEP – IN CHEST AND ON THE BACK! Heroes are just carcasses, beneath a flag attack! HATE! HATE! – Until the final breath is done! IN THE NAME OF THE VOID! – Silent, defeated, shunned! NO PARDON, NOR WARRING – Only EMPTINESS AND DEATH! [III. ON THE BATTLEFIELD (Verse Cycle)] [(Riff 4: Back to Relentless Tremolo Picking and Fast Drums, Similar to Riff 1, but colder.)] The mud is swallowing us, dragging to the end. Every step is a fight, a battle to transcend. The mud is swallowing us, dragging to the end. Every step is a fight, a battle to transcend. Listen to the cold whisper of the furious wind. The echoes of the lives that have already sinned. Listen to the cold whisper of the furious wind. The echoes of the lives that have already sinned. The wounds are bleeding, the body is a wall. The mind is dead, waiting for the fall. The wounds are bleeding, the body is a wall. The mind is dead, waiting for the fall. [⚡️ CODA (Final Decrescendo/Fade Out) (Tempo Frantic, Then Slows Down to a Dissonant Crawl)] Mud! Ice! Fire! Ash! WAR! [(Screamed)] [(Repetitive, fading tremolo riff until a final, abrupt stop.)] [Piano ending]

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