MP3 
We break into the line at full speed
Boots hit mud, blades already up
Spells rise slow in shaking hands
Too late to stop what's coming through
No shields, no pause, no shouted calls
We cut and run and cut again
They try to stand and shape their words
We are already in
They form their ranks
We tear them open
We rush the fight, we love the clash
Breath short, vision sharp
Steel moves faster than their hands
Faster than their marks
No stoppin' once the charge begins
No stepping back from this
We were built to break this line
And we enjoy every hit
The first one steps into my path
Fire gatherin' at his palm
I don't slow down, I don't wait
I close the gap and strike him down
One cut across, one forward step
His spell dies with his breath
He hits the ground, the space is clear
The way is open, paid in flesh
I hear my brothers surge behind me
The breach is made
We rush the fight, we love the clash
Every muscle pulled tight
The faster it gets, the cleaner it feels
This is how we fight
No stopping once the charge begins
No mercy in the press
The line is broken, move through now
Don't slow for what I left
The next ones hit me all at once
Heat and force from every side
My legs give out, my arm goes numb
The ground comes up, I slide
I try to stand, I swing once more
But speed is gone, the rhythm's dead
I fall where I opened the way
Knowing they'll pass over me
I don't look back
They won't need me now
We pass him where he hit the ground
We don't break stride, we don't slow down
The path he cut stays open wide
We run it hard, we run it proud
Spellcasters fall left and right
Steel keeps carving through the field
He gave us space with his own body
Now we pay it back in blood and steel
We run past him without a word
Blades up, eyes locked ahead
The gap he cut is still wide open
And we pour through where he bled
Spells fly high, spells break short
Hands shake, voices crack
They try to regroup, to form a wall
We hit them in the back
No slowing down
No breaking pace
We finish what he started
We drive them back step after step
Steel first, bodies next
They fall before they finish words
Before the signs connect
He bought this ground with his own fall
We make it count right now
The field is ours by forward force
And we will not slow down
One tries to run, he doesn't make it
Cut down mid-turn, face to dirt
Another lifts both hands to cast
Takes a blade straight through the throat
Fire burns, frost bites deep
Some of us go down hard
We step over our own and push
No space for fear or pause
They're breaking fast
They know it now
We cut them down across the field
The line is gone, the order breaks
Bodies pile where spells collapse
Steel decides what magic takes
He fell first, and we remember
We run faster because of him
The path is clear, the cost is paid
And we are still moving in
