Scorched Earth Sisters (v.2)

Вот новый текст для той же темы — осень, война с Германией, тяготы русских войск, победа. Женский вокал, эпический хард-рок/металл.

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Title: "Sisters of the Frost"
Style: Epic Hard Rock / Heavy Metal
Voice: Female, Powerful / Fierce / Triumphant

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(Verse 1)
The birch trees are naked, their branches like bones
We march through the fields that the enemy owns
The mud pulls our boots down, the rain cuts our skin
But the fire inside us is burning within

I left my home burning, I left my love dead
With a rifle my father once used, now led
Through forests of silence, through villages grey
We fight for each inch of this land, come what may

(Chorus)
We are the sisters of the frost and the flame
We carry the weight of a forgotten name
Through the thunder of tanks and the screams in the night
We stand like the walls of a fortress of light
The autumn will end and the winter will come
But we'll be the ones standing, we won't come undone

(Verse 2)
The German war machine grinds its teeth in the dark
But we are the spark that will burn down their ark
I've loaded my rifle with prayers and with pain
I've aimed at the eagles again and again

My hands are so cold that the steel feels like ice
But surrendering now would demand too high a price
I fight for my mother, my daughter, my home
I fight so no more will have to roam

(Chorus)
We are the sisters of the frost and the flame
We carry the weight of a forgotten name
Through the thunder of tanks and the screams in the night
We stand like the walls of a fortress of light
The autumn will end and the winter will come
But we'll be the ones standing, we won't come undone

(Bridge)
I saw them retreating, their backs to the sky
I saw in their eyes that they knew they would die
The Motherland whispered, "My daughters, well done"
The battle is over, the victory won

(Guitar Solo – Aggressive then Soaring)

(Final Chorus)
WE ARE THE SISTERS OF FROST AND OF FLAME!
WE BURNED YOUR REICH AND WE WON'T TAKE THE BLAME!
No more will you march through our villages grey!
The dawn is ours! We have survived the day!

(Outro)
The frost settles softly on graves newly dug
Mother, I'm coming home… I've carried the torch…
I'm coming home…