///*****/// [Intro] No map admits the road through night highways connecting small clubs across continents, Yet boot and heartbeat mark a stubborn time. The dark has learned the language of command, But not the word that makes a free soul kneel. [Verse 1] The gate is barred with promises and rifles, The herald reads surrender from a scroll. I see the ink run black beneath his fingers, But no decree can requisition soul. We wore our losses underneath our armor, We learned to breathe where hope was rationed thin. Now every footstep magnifies the answer: The walls are strong, but stronger hearts begin. [Pre-Chorus] Every shadow has a border, Every tyrant has an hour. When the heart rejects the order, Even dust remembers power. [Chorus] All roads of the free lead home! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. All roads of the free lead home! 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. All roads of the free lead home! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us time, fatigue and the quiet fear that the dream is ending. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, Then in the ruin I uncovered a battered road map covered in handwritten promises; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] All roads of the free lead home! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. All roads of the free lead home! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: we will meet wherever the next chorus rises. 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 joyous melodic lead with octave phrases, twin-guitar answers and a final sustained note that invites the crowd to sing] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of friends separated by distance who remain united through music. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, 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] All roads of the free lead home! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. All roads of the free lead home! 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. All roads of the free lead home! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
