Listen... Mmmmm... mmmmm... There's a storm beneath the silence, There's a fire in the air... No drums. No weapons. Just the voices of those who refuse to fall. Doom... doom... bwoom... Doom... doom... bwoom... I was born beneath a sky that never promised me the sun, Raised among the broken stones where the forgotten battles run, Every scar became a chapter, every wound became a name, Every time the world defeated me, I rose above the flame. I have walked through frozen valleys, heard the mountains call my name, Watched the mighty turn to ashes, watched the fearless bow to shame, But the thunder in my breathing never needed iron or steel, There's a kingdom in the human heart that nothing else can steal. Ah-ah-ah... oh-oh-oh... Rise... rise... I've been standing in the rain with every promise torn apart, Holding on to little embers buried somewhere in my heart, They can take away the shelter, they can tear apart the ground, But they cannot steal the courage in the way I make a sound. I don't need a thousand soldiers marching underneath my feet, I can make the whole world tremble with the rhythm of a beat, Not a drum made out of leather, not a hammer made of stone, Just a voice that keeps on fighting when it's standing all alone. Can you hear the mountain calling? Can you feel the rising flame? When the towers start to crumble... We will still remember our names. From the ashes, from the shadows, From the battles we've survived, We don't need a marching army To remind us we're alive! THUNDER WITHOUT DRUMS! LET THE VOICES SHAKE THE SKY! WE DON'T NEED A WALL OF IRON TO REMIND US WE CAN FLY! HEAR THE POWER IN OUR BREATHING! HEAR THE FIRE IN OUR LUNGS! WE CAN MAKE THE HEAVENS TREMBLE WITH THE THUNDER OF OUR TONGUES! HO! HA! HO! HA! DOOM! DOOM! AH! Aaaaaah! Ooooooh! We are not done! Bwoom... bwoom... bmm-bwoom... Pff-kah! Pff-kah! Doom-tss! Doom-pah! Oh-oh-oh! Ah-ah-ah! Hey-ya-hey! Ah-ah-ah! Let the thunder roll inside me, let the darkness hear me roar, I've been broken, I've been buried, but I've always found the door, Every mountain is a witness, every valley knows the cost, You can count the battles fought but never count the spirit lost. I don't wear a golden crown and I don't sit upon a throne, I have built my strength from moments when I stood against the unknown, If the world should lose its rhythm and the final echoes cease, I'll be standing in the silence with a voice that won't decrease. Then I'll sing above the thunder, I'll be lightning through the rain, Every note a declaration That we won't be chained again! Let the broken find their courage, Let the frightened find their fire, When the world demands surrender, We'll be louder, we'll rise higher! What remains when every kingdom falls? The ones who still remember. What remains when silence calls? A voice that won't surrender. We don't need a thousand drums, We don't need a battle cry, Just a breath beside another And the courage to reply. Mmm... mmm... Ah... ah... Oh-oh-oh-oh... LET THEM HEAR US! THUNDER WITHOUT DRUMS! LET THE VOICES SHAKE THE SKY! WE DON'T NEED A WALL OF IRON TO REMIND US WE CAN FLY! HEAR THE POWER IN OUR BREATHING! HEAR THE FIRE IN OUR LUNGS! WE CAN MAKE THE HEAVENS TREMBLE WITH THE THUNDER OF OUR TONGUES! Aaaaaaaaaah! Bwoooooooooom! NO DRUMS! NO CHAINS! JUST VOICES THROUGH THE FLAMES! The thunder... Was us.
