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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Snow on the ворот,
boots in the mud.
Old iron hanging
cold in my blood.
Your name on my tongue
like a sharpened vow,
I held that fire
and I hold it now.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the wolves answer
over the hill.
I was born in the ash
but I stand still.
[Chorus]
We sing the winter oath
(oh, oh, oh)
We burn through the frost
(oh, oh, oh)
No chain on my throat
No fear in my bones
We sing the winter oath
[Verse 2]
Black bread on the table,
salt on the knife.
Mother put steel
in the bones of my life.
Balalaika crying
through the broken door,
every hard step
makes the ground want more.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the wolves answer
over the hill.
I was born in the ash
but I stand still.
[Chorus]
We sing the winter oath
(oh, oh, oh)
We burn through the frost
(oh, oh, oh)
No chain on my throat
No fear in my bones
We sing the winter oath
[Bridge]
Kneel for the thunder,
kneel for the flame,
I know the dark
and I know my name.
Choir of the fallen,
rise with me now
We do not break
We do not bow
[Final Chorus]
We sing the winter oath
(oh, oh, oh)
We burn through the frost
(oh, oh, oh)
No chain on my throat
No fear in my bones
We sing the winter oath
(we sing it loud)
Details
GeneratedMay 18, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageFrench
Style
Symphonic folk metal with Russian-leaning choral power, driving double-kick pulse, and sharp balalaika riffs cutting through distorted guitars; verse stalks with low chug and solo male vocal, pre-chorus opens into stacked choir harmonies and rising snare rolls, chorus hits huge with gang shouts and anthem-sized refrains. Balalaika runs flash between lines, then a midpoint break strips to choir, handclaps, and tambourine before the final surge. Wide, fierce, and icy-bright mix with cathedral-size reverb on the choir., metal
Credits
Prompt by
Logistik
LogistikModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Russian style, Alexander anathem choir group, balalajka, metal
