///*****/// [Intro] The wind comes armed across stone alleys and prison roofs under a red moon, It bears the dust of kingdoms in its mouth. I bind my fear with wire around my heart, And face the road no coward travels south. [Verse 1] The oldest map was drawn by frightened rulers, Its border crossed the valley like a scar. We burned no homes; we only burned the legend That some are born beneath a lesser star. The road ahead is hungry, cold and trackless, But every mile restores a stolen breath. We choose the honest danger of becoming Above the padded certainty of death. [Pre-Chorus] Every shadow has a border, Every tyrant has an hour. When the heart rejects the order, Even dust remembers power. [Chorus] We are the last brigade! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. We are the last brigade! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. We are the last brigade! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us a regime that turns fear into curfew and obedience. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, I watched the proud salute the thing they saw. Then in the ruin I uncovered a snapped iron bar carried like a standard; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] We are the last brigade! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. We are the last brigade! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: no cell will define the limits of our lives. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a defiant twin-guitar exchange, one melodic and one abrasive, converging in a rising harmony above marching drums] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of women prisoners breaking out during a citywide uprising. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] We are the last brigade! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. We are the last brigade! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. We are the last brigade! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
