[Lore / Background]: "75 years ago, before the formation of the last tribal empire known as the Tria Kemsk (True Kings), the strongest tribe that governed over the majority of Earia's territories were the Vemsk Uk Raoqam (Wings of Heaven), an ever-growing collective of devoted tribesfolk, zealots and priests who dedicate their strength and skirmishes to the Silent Brood, who observe and intervene only when necessary. One of their most decisive victories was against another large faction consisting of wingless Avarian outcast. This group, who named themselves the Thousand Guns sought to claim the tribe's territories as a means to finally oust the Silent Brood and create a truly free and liberated Earia-20. Their chaotic nature proved to be their downfall, in contrast to their winged counterpart's discipline and focus, leading to their bloody downfall and the Vemsk Uk Raoqam's continued dominance... for the moment." [Intro] Beneath the twin suns... they come crawling The clipped... the shamed... the unforgiven [Verse 1] Dust clouds on the eastern ridge at high noon A thousand banners— none bearing feathers Groundborn machinery, weapons raised to the sky They who lost their wings now want our heavens Marched across the flats of Lower Earia Smuggler kings and exiled sons of nothing Their confederation reeks of powder and revenge What was severed seeks to claim what's sacred [Pre-Chorus] We tore those wings for reason Cowards don't deserve the wind (Don't deserve the wind) And now they crawl back hungry— Thinking ground-dust makes them kin? [Chorus] ONE THOUSAND GUNS POINTED AT THE SKY! But the sky does not kneel— (never kneels!) ONE THOUSAND GUNS WON'T TEACH YOU HOW TO FLY! We were born above— (born above!) And we will die above! Let them fire... let them fire... We descend like holy vengeance from the light! [Verse 2] The pretender riders mount their beasts at midday Shadow falls like judgment on the valley Every talon blessed by those who came before Every dive a prayer the ancestors carry The wingless call themselves the liberated— But freedom without honor is just falling They burned the old ways, spat upon the Silent Brood Now they march on sacred ground... still crawling [Pre-Chorus] You chose treason over feathers You chose blasphemy over flight (over flight...) The Palefeather do not parley With the grounded— (with the shamed!) [Chorus] ONE THOUSAND GUNS POINTED AT THE SKY! But the sky does not kneel— (never kneels!) ONE THOUSAND GUNS WON'T TEACH YOU HOW TO FLY! We were born above— (born above!) And we will die above! Let them fire... let them fire... We descend like holy vengeance from the light! [Bridge] "They think numbers make them worthy..." "They think rage replaces wingspan..." "The ancestors watch from the heavens" "And they do not recognize their children anymore" "What was clipped was clipped in justice—" "What crawls beneath us... stays beneath us" [Breakdown] DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! DIVE! From the sun— from the sun— Let them see our shadows first! Let that be the last they see! [Chorus - Final] ONE THOUSAND GUNS POINTED AT THE SKY! The sky does not answer to the fallen— (never! never!) ONE THOUSAND GUNS WON'T MAKE YOU WHOLE AGAIN! We were born above— Blessed above— FORGED above! And when the dust settles on their broken confederation... Only feathers will remain in the wind.
