Frostforge Rhythm

{deep cinematic sub-bass rumble,

slow ritualistic floor tom pacing,

spatial vocal hums} (hummmmm) (ahhhh) Cold wind bites the stone

We carve the path alone

The ice begins to break

With every step we make

Call

the fire, ride the gale (hey-ah) We will weather through the hail

(hey-ah) Rise, rise, the ancient drum (hey-ah) Our winter kingdom's finally come

{hypnotic mid-tempo build, layering raw wooden percussion sticks,

shaken rattles} Through the ash and snow (hooo-ah)

Let the ancient fires glow

(hooo-ah) Call the fire,

ride the gale

(hey-ah) We will weather through the hail

(hey-ah) Rise, rise, the ancient drum (hey-ah) Our winter kingdom's finally come

{final explosive drum

hits} {drums slowly fading,

leaving a lone frame drum strike,

soft vocal trail} (hummmmm) {sub-bass decays

into silence}