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Text:
[Verse 1]
Snow whispers like a shattered drum,
Boots sink, hearts numb, the winter’s come.
We marched in gold, we stood so proud,
Now ghosts in fur, lost in the shroud.

Horses fall, our fires fade,
Their cries are buried in the glade.
One by one, my brothers drop,
Their coats become our only hope.

[Verse 1.5 – Personal Interlude]
My name is Pierre, they called me the Rock,
Now I tremble in the Russian frost.
Every five minutes one comrade falls,
Napoleon’s gone — we’re lost, we’re lost.

[Pre-Chorus]
And among the frost and the reaper’s breath,
We realize the worst war is death.

[Chorus]
This is the winter’s march, the pain we knew,
Where hunger sings and friends turn blue.
We fight the ice, we fight the flame,
Yet frost alone outshouts our name.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
Food runs out, we eat the bare,
The bark, the rat, the frozen air.
Typhoid thin, the lice crawl in,
The storm laughs hard — we cannot win.

A soldier stripped of coat and hope,
Claws at the night just to stay afloat.
You lie down once — you’ll never rise,
In this white tomb, the soul dies.

[Bridge – spoken (Pierre’s voice, broken whisper)]
“Here lies the dream of a bright campaign.
Here lies the folly of a man’s domain.
And we — we are the footsteps of that fall.”

(solo)

[Final Chorus]
This is the winter’s march, the march of shame,
Where empires melt in frozen flame.
Your flags may fly — but the bones remain,
Of those you left in the deathly plain.

[Outro – whisper + ambient fade]
Footsteps fade in the endless snow,
Listen close — hear the spirits’ low.
They carry the regret, the unsung cry,
From Moscow’s gate to that frozen sky.

Winter’s March (The Rock)

The Awakening is a psychological-dark, Peter Gabriel–style descent into the moment a man finally stops carrying someone else’s chaos and steps back into himself.
It’s the sound of numbness cracking, truth rising, and the old identity burning off like smoke.

Built from late-night fragments, voice-memos, and raw emotional residue, this track blends atmospheric percussion, deep breathing textures, pulse-driven synths, and tribal-cinematic rhythms.
The vocals move from whispered confession to a fully embodied reclamation — the moment the “dead man walking” becomes the man awakening.

This is the severing of the imprint.
The release of the old demon.
The rebirth into self-ownership.

A song born at 3AM, when truth doesn’t lie.

For anyone who has ever mistaken hurt for destiny, or chaos for love — this one hits deep.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

3am.
Air thick.
The room like a held breath.
I move through it like a dead man walking,
numb feet on familiar ground.
A pulse I don’t feel anymore
echoes in the edges of the dark.
She pulled the boy out of me,
but the man is the one
who has to bury what’s left.

[Pre-Chorus]

And in this stillness
I hear the truth:
I am not her storm,
not her shadow,
not her ghost.

[Chorus]

So I release this demon.
Let it slip from my ribs,
let it fall to the floor.
No more beauty tangled in chaos.
No more hunger pretending to be love.
I step out of the dark
and back into myself.

[Verse 2]

She lit old wiring—
a spark across years
that shouldn’t have burned this bright.
I mistook the wound for the woman,
mistook the ache for fate.
But the boy she saw
is dust in my hands now.
The man remains.
And he’s done carrying fire
that only scorches.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

This numb isn’t failure.
It’s the cooling
after the fever breaks.
It’s the ground returning.

[Chorus]

So I release this demon.
Drop the weight behind me,
walk out of the echo.
No more truth twisted by longing.
No more shadows calling my name.
I step into the cold air
alive enough to feel nothing.

[Bridge]

I forgive the boy.
I release the ghost.
I choose the quiet
that doesn’t vanish.
I choose the light
that doesn’t burn.

[Final Chorus]

I release this demon.
I let the last ember die.
And in the stillness after—
I hear my own breath again.
I walk forward,
not whole,
but free.

The Awakening

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