Winter's Rest (Feel the pulse)

[beat builds up] [intro] In the heart of Holden's icy grasp, Winter's Rest pulses, a rhythmic blast. Tobian, the master of vibe, Welcomes the night crowd, alive. (alive) (alive) [chorus] Feel the pulse, let the rhythm invade, Winter’s Rest, where the night is made. Under strobe lights' relentless flight, We dance, we surge, till morning light. [verse 1] Alef spins, his beats slice through, Silvermoon's synths, a spectral brew. Elven whispers morph into bass, Throb through the crowd, quicken the pace. [verse 2] Greyson watches, his presence vast, Security's shield, no shadow cast. A warrior's stance, crowd under his gaze, Ensures the night stays ablaze. [bridge] Behind the bar, Divorna’s craft, Mixing dark drinks, masters her art. Ironfoot hears the underground lore, Beats drop, bodies soar. [verse 3] Luna slides through the dance floor's mist, Her silhouette a fleeting tryst. Greyrat's charm, her rhythm sly, In Winter’s Rest, her spirits fly. [verse 4] Gondar’s touch, a subtle glow, Beneath neon lights, his wisdom flows. Guiding through the deep dive, His words keep the spirit alive. (feel the pulse) [build up] [chorus] Feel the pulse, let the rhythm invade, Winter’s Rest, where the night is made. Under strobe lights' relentless flight, We dance, we surge, till morning light. [beat drops] Feel the pulse, let the rhythm invade, Winter’s Rest, where the night is made. Under strobe lights' relentless flight, We dance, we surge, till morning light. [beat] [epilog - soft] In the silence after, when beats still hum, Our secrets shared, our hearts succumb. Through Winter’s Rest, a haven claimed, In the night's embrace, forever framed. (feel the pulse)