*[Intro]** *(Glitch percussion, frozen wind, deep sub-bass pulse, distant war horn chopped into digital fragments)
Female (soft, distant)
The ice is remembering...
It knows our rhythm...
Male (deep ritual chant)
Beat...
The war drums...
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Male
Steel skies crack above the fjord,
Every silence feels like war.
Frozen circuits start to bleed,
Planting every ancient seed.
Wolves of data, iron breath,
Marching closer into death.
Every heartbeat syncs the storm,
Where the old gods are reborn.
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Female
Can you hear it in the frost...
Like a signal becoming sound?
Male
The rhythm is alive.
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Both
WAR DRUMS OF THE CYBER FROST!
Nothing here will ever pause!
HEY!
Break the silence!
Feel the flame!
Let the frozen skies proclaim!
Whoa-oh-oh!
We ignite the night!
Whoa-oh-oh!
Born from frozen light!
WAR DRUMS!
WAR DRUMS!
CALLING!
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Male
Neon ravens circle wide,
Watching every world collide.
Runes dissolve into the beat,
Underneath our iron feet.
Time is marching in reverse,
Every blessing is a curse.
Still the rhythm pulls us in,
Where the end and start begin.
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Female
If the drums stop beating now...
Will the world forget us?
Male (whisper)
We are the rhythm.
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HEY!
HEY!
Raise the horns!
Strike the ground!
Let the future break the sound!
Bass explosion!
Storm collision!
Every moment is a vision!
No escape!
No control!
Only rhythm in the soul!
WAR DRUMS!
OF CYBER FROST!
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Female
When the last echo fades...
Male
The rhythm still remains...
Both (fading)
Inside the ice...
inside the storm...