///*****/// [Intro] A wounded moon hangs over a mountain pass fortress during a red snowfall, The hour is thin, the air is edged with rain. We count the names the powerful erased, Then carve them back in thunder on the stone. [Verse 1] Their screens repeat the portrait of the victor, Their loudspeakers pronounce the future sealed. Yet in the workshop, harbor, wood and starship, A thousand quiet hands refuse to yield. We tune the wire until the note is honest, We test the edge and set the bearings true. No myth will save the ones who wait for rescue; The living make the road they travel through. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the low strings start their thunder, See the watchfires answer red. We are more than fear and hunger, We are all the words unsaid. [Chorus] Blood on the rampart tells the truth! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. Blood on the rampart tells the truth! 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. Blood on the rampart tells the truth! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us two armies manipulated by the same hidden court. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, Then in the ruin I uncovered a treaty stained with blood on the rampart stones; It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] Blood on the rampart tells the truth! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. Blood on the rampart tells the truth! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: we will turn our blades away from strangers and toward the lie. 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 martial melodic solo that begins over a pedal-point riff, opens into harmonized thirds and ends with a unison battle call] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of border defenders discovering that their own lord engineered the invasion. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. 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] Blood on the rampart tells the truth! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. Blood on the rampart tells the truth! 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. Blood on the rampart tells the truth! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
