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Track 14: Rite of the Brawler
Genre: Tribal Metal
Duration: 03:48.0 Lore Source: "Vukah Ceremony" (Quest) In-Game Author: None Wiki Link: Click Here to Read Lore Tribal Metal that hits like a sledgehammer. Inspired by the Vukah ceremonies, it uses "Taiko Drums" and "Throat Singing" to create a primal, violent atmosphere. The chant "Blood on the fur! Dust on the stone!" is instant mosh-pit fuel. |
~*~ Song Lyrics ~*~
The Carpenter whispered, "The caves are all bare."
Something is shifting, there’s a scent in the air.
Before the Shroud broke, they were on the move
With something to conquer and something to prove.
From the green of the Springs to the Highland dust
Driven by war and a warrior’s lust.
They’re upright and watching, they’re cunning and strong
And the hills are alive with a violent song!
I see the cult on the ridge up high
Roaring their challenge to the empty sky!
They draw their power from the glowing rock
A primal force that you cannot block!
Blood on the fur!
Dust on the stone!
The strongest will rise to claim the throne!
They fight for the pillar, they fight for the name
A savage circle in a violent game!
When the dust settles and the weak crawl away
Only the Brawler leaves to see the day!
Don't be fooled by the fur and the beastly face
There’s a tactical mind in this ancient race.
Gladiator rites in the mud and the rain
They take their pride in the giving of pain.
One stands against many, the weak have to fall
To crown the survivor the King of them all.
So you think you are brave?
You think you are tough?
You better go chewing on a raw Tusk Buff!
If you’re insane enough to draw your blade...
Your debt to the Brawler will have to be paid.
Eat the buff or die rough.
The Brawler... Stone and Bone.
Something is shifting, there’s a scent in the air.
Before the Shroud broke, they were on the move
With something to conquer and something to prove.
From the green of the Springs to the Highland dust
Driven by war and a warrior’s lust.
They’re upright and watching, they’re cunning and strong
And the hills are alive with a violent song!
I see the cult on the ridge up high
Roaring their challenge to the empty sky!
They draw their power from the glowing rock
A primal force that you cannot block!
Blood on the fur!
Dust on the stone!
The strongest will rise to claim the throne!
They fight for the pillar, they fight for the name
A savage circle in a violent game!
When the dust settles and the weak crawl away
Only the Brawler leaves to see the day!
Don't be fooled by the fur and the beastly face
There’s a tactical mind in this ancient race.
Gladiator rites in the mud and the rain
They take their pride in the giving of pain.
One stands against many, the weak have to fall
To crown the survivor the King of them all.
So you think you are brave?
You think you are tough?
You better go chewing on a raw Tusk Buff!
If you’re insane enough to draw your blade...
Your debt to the Brawler will have to be paid.
Eat the buff or die rough.
The Brawler... Stone and Bone.