No Paint - No War

Intro (dark, spoken)
Mask on.
Safety off.
Schwalmstadt.
This is not a game.
Verse 1
Heart beats loud when the horn goes dead,
Paint in the chamber, crosshairs in my head.
Mud on my boots, blood rushin’ fast,
Every second here could be your last.
Bunkers shake when we take our stand,
No fear, no mercy, trigger in hand.
Tournament blood, this ain’t for pretend,
You either break — or fight till the end.
Build-Up
Hold your breath.
Lock it in.
Feel the ground — we’re droppin’ in.
DROP
BASS HIT — PAINT EXPLODES,
SCHWALMSTADT WARZONE — EVERYBODY KNOWS.
NO PAINT — NO WAR — WE TAKE CONTROL,
NEW HOME BUILT FROM HEART AND SOUL.
Verse 2
This field didn’t rise outta luck or fame,
It was built by hands that bled for the game.
MARIUS — NILS — say the names loud,
No them — no field — no battle sound.
Late nights grindin’, no spotlight shine,
Every wall, every line drawn by design.
You gave us ground, you gave us fire,
Now this place burns with player desire.
Build-Up (harder, faster)
Pressure up.
No escape.
This is where the weak break.
DROP
WUB — WUB — FIELD SHAKES HARD,
MULTIPLE TEAMS — ONE BATTLEGROUND.
NEW HOME — BUILT FOR WAR,
SCHWALMSTADT SCENE — WE WANT MORE.
Breakdown (distorted vocal)
This ain’t just paint.
This ain’t just sport.
This is loyalty.
This is war.
Final DROP (maximum aggression)
BASS RIP — BODIES MOVE,
MASKS DOWN — NOTHING TO PROVE.
FROM ZERO TO LEGACY — WE STAND TALL,
WITHOUT YOU — THERE’S NO PAINTBALL.
Outro (slow, menacing)
Respect the grind.
Respect the field.
Schwalmstadt…
Locked. Loaded. Real.

High-Energy EDM with Explosive Drops and Festival Atmosphere, rap, male