[Intro: Distorted radio chatter, fading into a lone Morse code signal] [Verse 1] Silent prophets, faded scrolls, Whispers burning in the coals. Numbers carved in black and white— Two eight and one nine… the trigger’s sight. [Guitar riff mimics a ticking clock] [Pre-Chorus] "Peace, peace," the liars sing, While the ravens spread their wings. [Sudden drum fill, like a hammer cocking] [Chorus] When they say "Peace!" — that’s when it falls, A storm of fire, the curtain call. [Choir erupts in Latin: "Pax... pax..."] [Verse 2] East turns red, the West stands blind, Smoke and mirrors shape the lie. [Metallic guitar screech, mimicking falling artillery] [Pre-Chorus] "Peace, peace," the liars sing, While the ravens spread their wings. [Sudden drum fill, like a hammer cocking] [Chorus] When they say "Peace!" — that’s when it falls, A storm of fire, the curtain call. [Choir erupts in Latin: "Pax... pax..."] [Bridge] [Choir chants:] "Peace... Peace..." [GUNSHOT SAMPLE – guitars dive into solo] [Final Chorus] When they scream "Peace!" — the guns ignite, No dawn will rise from this last night. [Sirens wail in the background, fading into static] [Outro: Distorted voice counting down] [ two... eight.... one..... nine...] [Explosion fades to silence]
