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Lyrics:
In the shadow of the sirens, where the cries blend with the night,
The iron taste of blood is thick, the wrong enshrined as right.
Warriors march in hollow steps, with reasons thin as air,
But every shell that falls whispers, "Does anybody care?"
Under banners torn by greed, they claim the sacred fight,
With truths that shift like sand beneath the cold and ruthless light.
Voices rise in fury, hearts blinded by their rage,
Yet every war they champion, writes pain on history’s page.
Can you hear the whispered pleading, through the roar of blazing guns?
It's time to tear down the ramparts, and greet the rising sun.
Enough of blood for honor, it’s peace we need to forge,
Let’s build a bridge from heart to heart, as humanity’s true gorge.
War is never sacred, it’s just the darkest art,
Where the canvas is a body, and the paint, a broken heart.
Stand up, you silent guardians, rise above the fray,
Speak for peace with fervor, let love lead the way.
Through streets that wear the scars of peace that's shattered time and again,
We walk with ghosts of promises, that died at the hands of men.
Leaders speak of valor, of enemies to fear,
But silence falls on empty homes, when the smoke begins to clear.
Why glorify the battles, where only shadows win?
Where children learn the art of loss, and kin mourn kin?
The drums of war beat loudly, drowning out the cries,
Of those who bear the cost, under the war-torn skies.
Can you hear the whispered pleading, through the roar of blazing guns?
It's time to tear down the ramparts, and greet the rising sun.
Enough of blood for honor, it’s peace we need to forge,
Let’s build a bridge from heart to heart, as humanity’s true gorge.
War is never sacred, it’s just the darkest art,
Where the canvas is a body, and the paint, a broken heart.
Stand up, you silent guardians, rise above the fray,
Speak for peace with fervor, let love lead the way.
Yet still, a whisper rises, amidst the clash and cries,
A stubborn hope that flickers, and never truly dies.
For in the heart of darkness, beneath the weight of swords,
Lies the undying echo: peace, not war, should shape our worlds.
Can you hear the whispered pleading, through the roar of blazing guns?
It's time to tear down the ramparts, and greet the rising sun.
Enough of blood for honor, it’s peace we need to forge,
Let’s build a bridge from heart to heart, as humanity’s true gorge.
War is never sacred, it’s just the darkest art,
Where the canvas is a body, and the paint, a broken heart.
Stand up, you silent guardians, rise above the fray,
Speak for peace with fervor, let love lead the way.
