Cold wind blowing through the iron gate. ( Part. 2 )

Black motion afro house, Please add some military flavour to it and make the sound to be emotional, The singing must break your heart, give it soul, make them cry, your intro and outro must must start with drums and percussions, add improvisation and let breath without lyrics, A bit somewhere in the middle

Left-right-left, we wait Left-right-left, it’s late Is there a home? Or are we alone?

The third step is the end The third step is the end No more brothers No more friends

Cold wind blowing through the iron gate Soldiers standing at the hand of fate Iron in the sky and

Steel birds screaming in the morning grey Another village blown away Dust in the lungs and sand in the eyes The truth is buried under heavy skies No more water just the taste of lead Counting the living against the dead Marching in a line through the open gate Nobody survives when they play with fate

The ground is shaking The spirit’s breaking Can you hear the sound? The sky is falling to the ground

One-two-three and the drum goes bang Listen to the song that the bullets sang One-two-three for the price of gold Buying a world that was never sold Hear the echo, hear the call Watch the shadows on the wall It’s a 3-step rhythm in a world of pain Dancing in the fire and the iron rain

Radio static and a cold command Lines drawn deep in the burning sand Mother is crying at the kitchen door Father is a ghost in a uniform war They give you a number, they give you a gun But they never tell you when the work is done The flag is high but the hope is low Down in the valley where the fires grow

Left-right-left, we wait Left-right-left, it’s late Is there a home? Or are we alone?

The third step is the end The third step is the end No more brothers No more friends

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Left-right-left, we wait Left-right-left, it’s late Is there a home? Or are we alone? The third step is the end The third step is the end No more brothers No more friends Cold wind blowing through the iron gate Soldiers standing at the hand of fate Iron in the sky and Steel birds screaming in the morning grey Another village blown away Dust in the lungs and sand in the eyes The truth is buried under heavy skies No more water just the taste of lead Counting the living against the dead Marching in a line through the open gate Nobody survives when they play with fate The ground is shaking The spirit’s breaking Can you hear the sound? The sky is falling to the ground One-two-three and the drum goes bang Listen to the song that the bullets sang One-two-three for the price of gold Buying a world that was never sold Hear the echo, hear the call Watch the shadows on the wall It’s a 3-step rhythm in a world of pain Dancing in the fire and the iron rain Radio static and a cold command Lines drawn deep in the burning sand Mother is crying at the kitchen door Father is a ghost in a uniform war They give you a number, they give you a gun But they never tell you when the work is done The flag is high but the hope is low Down in the valley where the fires grow One-two-three and the drum goes bang Listen to the song that the bullets sang One-two-three for the price of gold Buying a world that was never sold Hear the echo, hear the call Watch the shadows on the wall It’s a 3-step rhythm in a world of pain Dancing in the fire and the iron rain Left-right-left, we wait Left-right-left, it’s late Is there a home? Or are we alone? One-two-three and the drum goes bang Listen to the song that the bullets sang One-two-three for the price of gold Buying a world that was never sold Hear the echo, hear the call Watch the shadows on the wall It’s a 3-step rhythm in a world of pain Dancing in the fire and the iron rain The third step is the end The third step is the end No more brothers No more friends

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