(A soaring, folk-metal melody intertwines with a heavy, chugging riff.)
(Deep, rhythmic drumming begins, mimicking a heartbeat. A low, distorted bass growl settles in.) Gav: (Low, melodic growl) Farewell to thunder... Peyton: (High, gritty rasp) Farewell to rain... Both: (Harmonizing in a guttural roar) THE NORTH IS CALLING OUR NAMES! (A soaring, folk-metal melody intertwines with a heavy,
(The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord. Two figures stand on the prow of a longship, their voices weaving through the roar of the crashing waves.) Both: (Harmonizing in a guttural roar) THE NORTH
(The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat. They trade lines rapidly, building tension.) Gav: We sail for honor. Peyton: We sail for gold! Gav: For the sagas... Peyton: Yet to be told! Gav: My brother’s shadow... Peyton: Walks by my side! Both: (Screamed) WITH NOWHERE LEFT FOR THE WEAK TO HIDE! They trade lines rapidly, building tension