The Call of Fort Frostmoth

[Verse 1 – Spoken / clean vocals]
Steel echoes in the frostbit halls
But discipline is thin—
No mail arrives, no ale to pour,
And tempers wear too thin.

They drink stale hopes and empty tales,
Their mugs long dry and cursed.
The fort, once proud with discipline,
Now waits to see what's worse.

[Chorus – Martial and foreboding]
Hear the call — Frostmoth cracks
No drink, no gold, no letters back
The men grow wild, the ranks unchain
And something stirs beneath the pain

[Verse 2 – Gritty and rising tension]
The quartermaster curses fate,
His ledgers lie, his patience worn.
The ale’s gone missing from the south—
Not stolen. Lost. Or never born?

The blacksmith hides behind his forge,
The priest just shrugs and locks the shrine.
Each soldier sharpens rusty blades
And glares across the mess hall line.

[Bridge – Clean, ambient, eerie]
I came to aid. I came to serve.
But find no answers. Only nerves.
A garrison denied its drink
Soon starts to rot, and worse... to think.

[Verse 3 – Harsh vocals / building intensity]
And still they vanish, one by one
Into the woods, into the dark.
Some say it's wolves, some say it's fate
Some whisper of a hunting mark.

The nights grow long, the bloodmoon climbs
Though no one dares to speak the name.
This is no garrison. No shield.
It’s prey that waits beneath the flame.

[Chorus – Refrain, heavier]
Hear the call — Frostmoth bleeds
Dry of spirit, lost to need
The Empire sleeps while whispers crawl
And something hunts... just past the wall

[Outro – Fading drums, slow whispered line]
The ale is gone. The captain too.
And what remains... is cold and true.