The Cry of War
Echoes of Freedom: The Cry of War Unveiled
Lyrics
In the shadow of the iron fist, under deceit's darkened veil,
In a oppressive regime, hidden beneath deceptive tactics,
The false prophet roused up his pawns, set out on a sinister sail.
A false prophet mobilizes followers for a sinister purpose.
A hundred thousand hearts of gold, into the fires they were cast,
Countless noble hearts face adversity and are sacrificed in the flames.
Born of mothers and of fathers, shattered peaceful echoes of their past.
Individuals, products of families, witness the destruction of their peaceful history.
In the face of domination, rose the phoenix of the free,
Against dominance, the phoenix of freedom emerges.
Fearless spirits never breaking, on and all bound by unity.
Fearless individuals remain unbroken, bound together by unity.
Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
The war cry resounds, cutting through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
A beacon of hope arises in the darkness, representing the struggle of a free generation.
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Every tear shed and drop of blood spilled has purpose and significance.
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.
War cry echoes through freezing conditions, symbolizing resilience.
Six moons passed and the despot's hand... grew weak and his soldiers afraid
Despot weakens, soldiers fear, resorting to desperate measures.
Turned to raining iron from the skies, to even odds of this deadly game.
The oppressor uses aerial attacks, attempting to level the playing field.
Innocent lives shattered left and right, dreams lost amidst their feeble fight,
Innocent lives are shattered, dreams lost in a feeble fight.
Amidst the ruins of their world around, refused to yield from the tyrant's sound.
Amid ruins, resistance persists against the tyrant's influence.
In the face of domination, rose the phoenix of the free,
Phoenix of freedom rises again in the face of domination.
Fearless spirits never breaking, on and all bound by unity.
Spirits remain unbroken, unified against oppression.
Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
War cry persists, cutting through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
A beacon in darkness represents the struggle of a free generation.
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Every tear and drop of blood symbolizes a meaningful sacrifice.
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.
War cry echoes, enduring freezing conditions, like the resilience of the people.
Spec-ter of de-struct-ion, new dawn begins to rise,
Specter of destruction looms, but a new dawn begins.
With borrowed wings they took, flight, cutting the fo-o-dder down to size.
Utilizing borrowed strength, they cut down the oppressor's support.
Returnin' to a province once lost, back in the clutches of the kin,
Returning to a once-lost province, freed from kin's clutches.
As they rose from the ashes and pyre, a new chapter begins.
Rising from ashes and pyre, a new chapter of rebuilding starts.
From within the heart of darkness, blinding is the light of revolt,
From the heart of darkness, a blinding light of revolt emerges.
The tyrant's reign was finally ended, a new era born to revere.
The tyrant's reign ends, and a new era of reverence begins.
Now, united in freedom, they can now stand side by side,
United in freedom, people can now stand together.
In the face of the ragin' storm, no longer do they need to hide.
Facing the raging storm, they no longer need to hide.
Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
War cry persists, cutting through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's plight
A beacon in darkness represents the struggle of a free generation.
Every tear that was shed, not a drop of blood in vain,
Every tear and drop of blood symbolizes a meaningful sacrifice.
Echoes in the war cry, beneath freezing snow n' rain.
War cry echoes, enduring freezing conditions, like the resilience of the people.
Can't ya hear the war cry..? Piercing through the cold night.
War cry persists, cutting through the cold night.
A beacon in the darkness, a free generation's
A beacon in darkness represents the struggle of a free generation.
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