Marching through the Missed

🎙 Spoken Intro (Drill Sergeant – gritty, commanding)

(Distant wind. Low war drum. Slow marching boots.)

DRILL SERGEANT (echoing through fog):

You think darkness is my enemy?
You think it’s here to break me?

Wrong.

Darkness don’t attack.
It observes.
It studies weakness.
It waits for you to fold.

But I don’t fold.

We march. Left, Right, Left, Right, left, yourrr left your left mmmmmmmm.mmmmmm

When the fog rolls in —
We march. Left right left right left right 

When doubt breathes down your neck —
We march.  YOUR left, Your left, right, Left right march to the beat mmmmm.mm….mmmmmmm

That shadow behind you?
It ain’t your friend.

But it better learn your pace. Left….right…..left

(Snare roll. Heavy boots hit in unison.)

Verse 1
Misty air, cold on my face
Hear the rhythm of a silent chase
One more step, it steps too
Same damn pace in the morning dew

No blade drawn, no gun raised
Just a shadow in the smoke and haze
It don’t shout, it don’t defend
It just marches — not my friend mmmmmmmmm

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Pre-Chorus (drums build slightly)
Left… right…
Through the night
Steel in spine
Hold the line

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Chorus (bigger, drums + low choir)
It’s marching in the mist behind me
Boots in time with every breath
Not my brother, not my enemy
Just the weight that follows death
Through the smoke, through the fire
Through the doubt inside my head
It don’t lead and it don’t save me
It just walks where I tread

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Verse 2
Every scar is polished clean
Every fear it’s ever seen
It knows the cracks inside my shield
Knows the battles never healed

Still I march, chin held high
Storm in chest, fire in eye
If it’s staying, so am I
We don’t quit — we don’t die

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Breakdown (just drums + distant echo footsteps)
You can follow…
You can breathe on my neck…
You can test me…
But you don’t command respect…fucker whoooo

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Final Chorus (full military snare, big cinematic)
Marching in the mist behind me
Still I rise, still I stand
You don’t break a soldier
You just harden what I am
Through the fog, through the doubt
Through the nights I can’t pretend
You can march beside my shadow
But you’ll never be my friend

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