The battle Calls This Frame

Darkness draws near, the cold encircles tight, Whispers rising—truth so brittle, fragile light. Steps weighed heavy, heartbeat in the chest, Facing raging storms, no path to rest. Lost within this endless, endless night, Just a single moment sparks the flame of might. Each beat, each cry, a choice to make: To carry on through pain—or yield and break. Rise up! Rise up! The battle calls this frame, Break your chains, extinguish fear's cruel flame. Let blazing fire consume the past's dull hue; The future beckons—stand proud, push through. Eyes keep searching for a distant light, A fragile hope that still resists the night. Each whispered plea, each rallying shout, Brings us closer to the glory we dream about. Rise up! Rise up! This war awaits no one, Shatter all your shackles—let your courage run. Let blazing fire consume the past's dull hue; The future beckons—stand proud, push through. Wind shifts fiercely, howling in the dark, Stand unbowed—fear holds no mark. One step forward—and the sky unfolds, Soul reborn from ashes, unbroken, bold. – full orchestra + choir, dramatic strings, brass, percussion] Storms may come, but strength will never cease, Through every loss, we've claimed our peace. Echoes fading, the fight at last complete, Dawn ignites—sunlight pure and sweet.