[00:00.000] 作词 : 巴 晨
[00:01.000] 作曲 : 巴 晨
[00:16.817]I walked the halls where shadows reign,
[00:21.451]Names engraved in rust and stain.
[00:25.647]Whispers crawl beneath the stone,
[00:29.956]Calling kings who died alone.
[00:34.237]Marionettes in velvet thread,
[00:39.320]Dance for gold, for fear, for bread.
[00:42.730]But in the cracks, I heard a hum—
[00:47.125]The sound of silence fighting drums.
[00:53.093]The wind remembers every cry,
[01:01.221]The truth that chains could never tie.
[01:11.387]Raise your voice from ash and clay,
[01:15.453]From iron nights to break of day.
[01:19.354]We are the song the tyrants fear,
[01:23.710]A breath, a blaze, a storm too near.
[01:28.298]We are the voices in the dust,
[01:33.009]Born of wounds and broken trust.
[01:37.356]You cannot cage a rising flame—
[01:42.275]We rise, we burn, we name.
[01:49.792]They wrote our fate in blood and ink,
[01:52.951]Fed us mirrors, made us think.
[01:55.697]But every lie becomes a scar,
[01:58.845]A map that leads to who we are.
[02:01.737]Steel and sky, a ghost parade,
[02:04.856]But even ghosts refuse to fade.
[02:07.907]From silent stones and shattered crowns,
[02:11.064]We plant our flags upon the ground.
[02:14.836]The wind it carries names once lost,
[02:19.551]And freedom always knows the cost.
[02:27.584]Raise your voice from ash and clay,
[02:31.230]From buried truth we carve a way.
[02:35.165]We are the fire beneath the veil,
[02:39.095]The oath that tyrants always fail.
[02:42.992]We are the voices in the dust,
[02:46.809]Born of chains and ancient rust.
[02:50.745]The throne may tremble at the sound—
[02:54.745]But still, we stand our ground.
[03:01.362]They tried to write our silence deep,
[03:06.035]But dust remembers, dust won’t sleep.
[03:10.257]From every stone, a cry will grow—
[03:14.947]You cannot kill what dares to know.
[03:21.802]Raise your voice from ash and clay,
[03:25.558]Let thunder tear the walls away.
[03:29.449]We are the storm, the broken hymn,
[03:33.410]That lights the dark from deep within.
[03:37.281]We are the voices in the dust,
[03:41.066]Born of truth and burning trust.
[03:44.929]Let empire rot, let towers fall—
[03:48.839]The fire was never yours at all.
[03:55.419]We rise…
[03:59.385]We burn…
[04:03.442]We name.

作词 : 巴 晨
作曲 : 巴 晨
I walked the halls where shadows reign,
Names engraved in rust and stain.
Whispers crawl beneath the stone,
Calling kings who died alone.
Marionettes in velvet thread,
Dance for gold, for fear, for bread.
But in the cracks, I heard a hum—
The sound of silence fighting drums.
The wind remembers every cry,
The truth that chains could never tie.
Raise your voice from ash and clay,
From iron nights to break of day.
We are the song the tyrants fear,
A breath, a blaze, a storm too near.
We are the voices in the dust,
Born of wounds and broken trust.
You cannot cage a rising flame—
We rise, we burn, we name.
They wrote our fate in blood and ink,
Fed us mirrors, made us think.
But every lie becomes a scar,
A map that leads to who we are.
Steel and sky, a ghost parade,
But even ghosts refuse to fade.
From silent stones and shattered crowns,
We plant our flags upon the ground.
The wind it carries names once lost,
And freedom always knows the cost.
Raise your voice from ash and clay,
From buried truth we carve a way.
We are the fire beneath the veil,
The oath that tyrants always fail.
We are the voices in the dust,
Born of chains and ancient rust.
The throne may tremble at the sound—
But still, we stand our ground.
They tried to write our silence deep,
But dust remembers, dust won’t sleep.
From every stone, a cry will grow—
You cannot kill what dares to know.
Raise your voice from ash and clay,
Let thunder tear the walls away.
We are the storm, the broken hymn,
That lights the dark from deep within.
We are the voices in the dust,
Born of truth and burning trust.
Let empire rot, let towers fall—
The fire was never yours at all.
We rise…
We burn…
We name.