Echoes of The Fallen

(Slow, pulsing synth with distant metallic clangs)

(Whispered voices:) “The fields remember… the fallen rise…”

Dust and shadows, smoke in the sky,

Echoes of courage that never die.

Footsteps fading in empty lands,

History written by unseen hands.

Whispers of steel, the past calls me,

Haunted by ghosts of what used to be.

Every heartbeat, a drum of war,

Every scar, a story of before.

Echoes of the fallen, through the night,

We remember, in spectral light.

Battles lost but not erased,

In the mist, their names are traced.

Fires burn where courage bled,

Silent cries of the living and dead.

Time folds over the blood-soaked ground,

In every shadow, their voices sound.

Whispers of steel, the past calls me,

Haunted by ghosts of what used to be.

Every heartbeat, a drum of war,

Every scar, a story of before.

Echoes of the fallen, through the night,

We remember, in spectral light.

Battles lost but not erased,

In the mist, their names are traced.

Synths shimmer like moonlit swords,

Fading horns, distant chords.

We drift in the fog of history,

Bound by memory’s mystery.

Echoes of the fallen, through the night,

We remember, in spectral light.

Battles lost but not erased,

In the mist, their names are traced.

(Echoing synth pads dissolve)

(Whispered voices fade:) “The fallen… never gone…”

(Distant wind or horn closes the track)