
I Haven't Lost My Voice - #NDC_Bingo [A4]
NDC Summer Bingo Challenge: [A4] Genre: Melodic Death Metal Theme: Tribe - #NDC_Bingo [A4] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ In a ruined future, among blood-stained sands and fallen temples, Isra’s voice still echoes. A member of the fictional Zinarra tribe, keeper of songs and stories, she lost an arm—but not the memory of her people. “I haven't lost my voice.” is her cry of resistance. For those who still believe music is survival. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ❀═══════🌹═══════❀ Let the thorns sing and the petals whisper. Find me on Spotify ❀═══════🌹═══════❀ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ [Intro] (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) [Instrumental] [Verse] Red cinder's spreading on the sand Ill fate's taking over the land (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) Gloomy clouds are conquering the sky For my people I'm praying with somber cry (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) Your steel's taken lives and flesh My own arm is, of wires, a mesh (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) [Pre-chorus] We're no warriors, we're no threat, We're no slaves nor are we pets Let us live, please, let us be Hear our songs, my doleful plea… [Chorus] I haven't lost my voice, I haven't lost my songs, My words are still my choice, My heart, for peace longs. (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta...) (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta...) [Verse 2] The ruthless regime wants us erased But to ourselves, we'll remain laced. (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) They've razed temples, silenced drums, Leaving us with only the crumbs. (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) They want our heart, they want our name, But the Zinarra aren't theirs to claim. (Ha-yaaaaaa...) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta…) [Pre-chorus] We're no menace, we're not wrong With the desert's heart, we're beating along Let us live, please, let us be Watch us dance, sing, wild and free… [Chorus] I haven't lost my voice, I haven't lost my songs, My words are still my choice, My heart, for peace longs. (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta...) (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta...) [Instrumental] [Bridge, spoken] The whispers of the Ancients have spoken of a curse: the sands will be tainted red, and fate will be adverse… the people of the cities will try to steal our name, but I won't forget I'm Isra, and I will sing without shame. [Chorus] I haven't lost my voice, My songs, are not forgotten. My words are still my choice, In a world that wants me rotten. (Ha-yaaaaaa…) (Tak-tak doom-tak-ta...)

