Prelude: Time Erasure ft. Digital Downside [Riff Wars]

🎼🎼 Follow me on Spotify! 🎼🎼 🎼Ambrose (Paramourn): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5H2dXHtyhe14O3MDsdQyRU?si=IJFPAXH0T8KEdNqblp_GJg 🔥 Join TRA on Discord! https://discord.gg/tra-studio 🔥 Original upload by Digital Downside https://suno.com/s/NtutOgPRf6H8yiby Join TRA Community! Discord: https://discord.gg/tra-studio Join Tee´s Community! Discord: https://discord.gg/midnighttee ======= Album: Causal Nexus ======= It’s recommended to listen to the album in its original order, a story unfolds! ✍️ DESCRIPTION In a dying future, humanity faces annihilation by a technologically superior alien force. As war collapses and hope fades, time itself becomes a weapon. A specially engineered soldier is sent through precise temporal addresses to erase the roots of humanity’s stagnation, executing those whose ideas slowed progress. Cold, mechanical, and relentless, this song follows the moment before the jump: preparation, doubt, judgment and irreversible action. 🎼🎼🎼🎼 Lyrics🎼🎼🎼🎼 Sirens hum behind sealed walls Useless screams of war Maps are no longer places Only scars addressed in time We watched the sky split open Light we could not reach Their machines bend the laws While we bleed in disbelief Their superiority reached us No warning, no language We don’t fight to win, we fight to exist If the present is dying, we erase the past Time is no longer memory, it´s a weapon Abandon what’s left of now I was shaped to pull the trigger Not to ask if this is right They say knowledge took wrong turns Frozen by past crowned minds Ideas hardened into chains History refused to break Hope was handed to machines, and called calculation Time is not a flow, but an address we need to reach We don’t fight to win, we fight to exist If the present is dying, we erase the past Time is no longer memory, it´s a weapon What if the flaw isn’t them? What if the future still burns? A life for a century A breath for existence If the world must bleed backward So tomorrow can breathe Then mark the coordinates And send me through the seams A soldier aimed at moments History flagged for correction Aristotle, crowned reason, kept it for himself. Kelvin, frozen certainty, denied what he could not see. Pauling, divided truth, fractured the path ahead. Ptolemy, bent the world to fit his eyes.