[Verse]
Powder burns in the breeze of the night’s advance,
Flags cling to the freedom, a soldier’s stance.
Sharpened minds strike, blades of word dance,
Warfare of thought, truth’s defiance enchants.
[Bridge]
Melody of cannons, syncopated groan,
Harp strings pluck the marrow from the bone.
Urban trenches scream in piano tones,
The sound of revolt carved into ancient stone.
[Chorus]
Drums of thunder, a trumpet’s wail,
Chaos in the rhythm, detailed travail.
Marching on dreams in a soldier’s mail,
History spills ink, truths prevail.
[Verse 2]
Barrel-tongue flows, shots take aim,
Words explode, ricochet with no shame.
Shadows run, from the core of the flame,
In streets lined with echoes, we carve our name.
[Bridge]
Harp notes pierce, cutting deep like darts,
Chaos in colors, an abstract of arts.
Pianos clash in a duel of fierce hearts,
Freedom’s tempo skips... torn in parts.
[Chorus]
Drums of thunder, a trumpet’s wail,
Chaos in the rhythm, detailed travail.
Marching on dreams in a soldier’s mail,
History spills ink, truths prevail.