You can not touch me or hold it above me
Telling me what is real
Victory calling
Well I have a forcefield
You can’t tell me how to feel
War cry, war cry
We’ll burn it all down tonight
Did you think I was too weak to fight?
Look out, we have arrived
You can not judge me then tell me you love me
It’s taken too long to heal
History’s calling, repeating the pattern
You know you broke the deal
War cry, war cry
We’ll burn it all down tonight
Did you think I was too weak to fight?
Look out, we have arrived
Gods have spoken
The beast’s awoken
It’s our last hope
War cry, war cry
Heavenly stolen angels
Taken too young
The chances, given to men too often
And given the sky keeps falling
Heaven you keep on calling
I’ve got my arms wide open
Watching as stars keep falling down
War cry, war cry
We’ll burn it all down tonight
Did you think I was too weak to fight?
Look out, we have arrived
Gods have spoken
The beast’s awoken
It’s our last hope
War cry, war cry
Voice that pierces and soothes like a butter thorn. Music slowly gliding over moonlit grass. Lyrics that depict and dissect a soul in such an intimate way that her soul becomes yours as yours becomes hers. muschiosauro
Dig this experimental electronic opus created entirely by 6-year-old Leo Lackritz, who is donating all sales to a music education charity. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023