Wars of the Wicked скачать в хорошем качестве

Wars of the Wicked

"Wars of the Wicked" [Intro – eerie whispers + chant] Marching shadows… Blood on the ground… Who fights the war, When the kings sit down? [Verse 1 – Rap flow, venomous] They send us to the fire, but never bleed themselves, Trade our lives for money stacked high on their shelves. Truth gets twisted, fed straight to the youth, But every bomb they drop just exposes the truth. A war for the profit, a war for control, But no flag flies when they bury your soul. If we turned their thrones into ash in the tide, We’d tear down the borders, we’d finally thrive. [Chorus – Psychedelic chant, massive energy] Wars of the wicked, lies of the few, We fight each other, but the blood’s on who? If we rise together, the system dies, A world set free when the people unite. [Verse 2 – Rap-rock punch] Pawns in the game, cannon fodder in line, Sacrifice the young just to fatten their kind. But the mask is cracking, the fever grows, And the people see truth when the curtain blows. No kings, no crowns, no puppets on strings, Tear down the empire, watch what it brings. The earth could heal if we cut their chains, And we’d never march to their wars again. [Chorus – Heavier, layered with screams] Wars of the wicked, lies of the few, We fight each other, but the blood’s on who? If we rise together, the system dies, A world set free when the people unite. [Bridge – Trippy breakdown, distorted vox] Smoke turns purple, skies bleed red, Dreams of the fallen still scream in my head. No gods, no masters, no chains remain, Tripstone Heathen — remember the name. [Verse 3 – Psychedelic rage, rap-rock delivery] They sell you the story, wrap it in pride, But the flag don’t cover up the graves they hide. Heroes made martyrs for a rich man’s dream, While the truth gets buried in the smoke machine. Children of fire, born into pain, But the sun still shines when we break the chain. If we crush their crown, if we end their game, The world could breathe and be whole again. [Verse 4 – Fast, furious rap section] No borders, no warlords, no empire’s hand, No blood in the soil for a dead man’s land. They can’t divide if we break their throne, No war to fight when the power’s our own. Surreal visions paint a brighter dawn, When the war machine’s ashes are finally gone. The future is ours, if we tear down the wall, Together we rise — or divided we fall. [Final Chorus – Explosive, psychedelic war cry] Wars of the wicked, lies of the few, We fight each other, but the blood’s on who? If we rise together, the system dies, A world set free when the people unite. [Outro – fading, echoing chant] Wars of the wicked… Lies of the few… Together we rise… The future is you. To show support: https://streamlabs.com/tripstoneheathen