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The storm is not silence; it is a drumbeat that dares the bold to rise. Every clash, every oath, every scar is a page in a greater saga that demands to be written in blood and thunder. Here lies no plea for mercy, only the roar of defiance in the teeth of eternity.
Glory is not found in gold nor crowns, but in the rivals who stand before you with steel bared and wills unbroken. It is through their challenge that identity is carved, each duel a monument to a creed older than kings: to test oneself against fate until the world itself shudders.
The night, endless and consuming, would strip men of courage, but not all. Some meet its shadow with laughter, some carve through it with fire. The creed is simple: stand, fight, lock horns, and if you fall, fall only after your vow is kept.
This is the legacy of struggle. When the silence comes and the storm abates, what remains is not treasure nor victory, but remembrance, that a warrior stood unyielding, roaring into the abyss, horn to horn, until the dark itself remembered his name.
Lyrics:
[Intro]
[Heavy drum cadence with distant war horns and the crash of waves]
Hear the drums? That’s the call.
If you’ve no steel in your gut… you best crawl.
[Verse 1]
Salt on my scars, fire in my veins,
Every rival’s blood runs hot in my chains.
From the edge of the map to the Night’s own den,
I’ve broken the backs of kings and men.
[Pre-Chorus]
Oaths ain’t whispers, they’re carved in bone,
Step in my path and you’ll hear the stone—
[Chorus 1]
Horn to horn ‘til one can’t stand,
By blood or sea, I’ll take my land.
No god, no storm, no darkened sky,
Will stop this creed: Lock horns or die.
[Verse 2]
Arena dust and the lion’s scream,
White Horn’s shadow haunts my dream.
One last duel to settle the tide,
Steel against steel ‘til the seas run dry.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve sailed through hell for the promised fight,
And I’ll split the dark ‘til it bleeds out light.
[Chorus 2]
Horn to horn feel the world shake,
Every oath I’ve sworn’s for the kill I’ll take.
No dawn, no peace, no gentle lie,
Just the roar that says: Lock horns or die.
[Instrumental Break]
[Tribal drums and chanting crew voices: “Lock horns! Lock horns!”
Over crashing cymbals and the creak of rigging]
[Interlude]
Bring me your champions, your best, your cursed,
I’ll drink from the helm of the one I’ve nursed.
Not for coin, not for crown,
But to hear my name when the last falls down.
[Bridge]
Raise the stela, stone in the ground,
Mark the place where the great were found.
If the dark takes me, I’ll go with a grin,
For the fight was mine and mine to win.
[Chorus 3]
Horn to horn, no quarter given,
Steel meets flesh ‘til the seas are riven.
No god, no storm, no Nightlord’s eye,
Can unmake my vow: Lock horns or die.
[Outro]
[Drums slow, waves fade, gulls cry]
The sea churns no longer…
But the fight still calls.
[Final Flourish]
[One last drum strike, axe hitting stone, echoing into silence]
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