Troubled TImes

male vocalist, metal, rock, heavy metal, hard rock, energetic, passionate, melodic, heavy, alternative metal

August 14th, 2024suno

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[Verse 1] Troubled times— Freedom’s phantom rides on a steed, Blood knee-high, Like a wild, unreal dream indeed. People delight, striking old gods down, Prayers take flight, for righteous dreams are found. [Verse 2] In the sky, a comet’s trail, Heralding woes that will prevail. Warriors of light burn the fallen high, Warriors of dark encircle the sky. Thousands of birds will plummet and cry. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t know who we are— Children of the red star, Children of the black star, Or of fresh graves afar… [Chorus] The dance of death, simple and dire, Yet the final hour’s not nigh. For the sins of lives entire, Time of troubles passes by. [Verse 3] We’re still alive! Some will be saved, others denied. With a wild drive, Lights in our fortress subside. The flag’s torn down, surrender implied, But we won’t fall—we’re still defied! [Verse 4] Troubled times— Freedom’s phantom rides on a steed, Blood knee-high, Like a mad, unreal dream indeed. People delight, striking old gods down, Prayers take flight, for righteous dreams are found. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t know who we are— Children of the red star, Children of the black star, Or of fresh graves afar… [Chorus] The dance of death, simple and dire, Yet the final hour’s not nigh. For the sins of lives entire, Time of troubles passes by. [Verse 1] Troubled times— Freedom’s phantom rides on a steed, Blood knee-high, Like a wild, unreal dream indeed. People delight, striking old gods down, Prayers take flight, for righteous dreams are found. [Verse 2] In the sky, a comet’s trail, Heralding woes that will prevail. Warriors of light burn the fallen high, Warriors of dark encircle the sky. Thousands of birds will plummet and cry. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t know who we are— Children of the red star, Children of the black star, Or of fresh graves afar… [Chorus] The dance of death, simple and dire, Yet the final hour’s not nigh. For the sins of lives entire, Time of troubles passes by. [Verse 3] We’re still alive! Some will be saved, others denied. With a wild drive, Lights in our fortress subside. The flag’s torn down, surrender implied, But we won’t fall—we’re still defied! [Verse 4] Troubled times— Freedom’s phantom rides on a steed, Blood knee-high, Like a mad, unreal dream indeed. People delight, striking old gods down, Prayers take flight, for righteous dreams are found. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t know who we are— Children of the red star, Children of the black star, Or of fresh graves afar… [Chorus] The dance of death, simple and dire, Yet the final hour’s not nigh. For the sins of lives entire, Time of troubles passes by.