Berserk Ost - My Brother, Dragon Slayer Suite (shiro Sagisu) -

The music peaked into a frantic, driving , mirroring the sudden explosion of violence. With a roar that drowned out the demons, Guts swung the blade. It didn't cut; it pulverized . Black blood sprayed against the snow like ink on parchment. Each beat of the percussion felt like the heavy footfalls of a god walking the earth, marking the rhythm of his struggle .

As the first orchestral swell of the suite tore through the silence, the shadows at the edge of the woods began to thicken and writhe. Apostles —twisted, grotesque parodies of life—emerged with hungry eyes. Guts didn't flinch. He reached back, his metal prosthetic hand clicking rhythmically against the hilt of his slab of iron. Berserk OST - My Brother, Dragon Slayer Suite (Shiro Sagisu)

Amidst the carnage, the melody shifted. The aggressive horns gave way to a haunting, melodic . For a split second, Guts didn't see the monsters. He saw the faces of the Band of the Hawk , the golden fields of a dream that had turned into a nightmare. The music told the truth he rarely spoke: he wasn't just fighting for survival; he was a funeral procession for his fallen brothers, and the Dragon Slayer was the only shovel he had to bury his grief. The music peaked into a frantic, driving ,

The sky over the bled a deep, bruised purple as Guts stood amidst a field of rusted blades. The Dragon Slayer didn't just sit on his back; it felt like a part of his skeletal structure, a heavy, iron cross he was destined to carry until his heart finally surrendered. Black blood sprayed against the snow like ink on parchment

He wiped the gore from his face, shouldered the iron slab once more, and walked into the dark. The song was over, but the journey never ended.