Project 2025 Song

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Published on November 11, 2024 6:34:12 AM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qa5xnCtyGfI

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Power gathers in shadowed halls,
Promises carved on crumbling walls.
Under guise of strength, a darkened hand,
Binds the future, grips the land.
Voices silenced, freedoms sold,
Shadows deepen, cold unfolds.
A ghostly echo fills the air,
Warning whispers, heed with care.

(Take heed now, it's almost night)
(Under iron rule, we lose the light)
With every line drawn, the cracks begin,
The end of freedom; the dark within.

Nature's pulse, ignored and drained,
Lands scorched, lifeblood stained.
Dreams of green laid bare to waste,
Our children’s fate erased in haste.
Ancient rights, fragile bones,
Beneath the iron tower’s stone.
In books they burn, the minds they claim,
All thought repressed, all tongues the same.

(Take heed now, it's almost night)
(Under iron rule, we lose the light)
With every line drawn, the cracks begin,
The end of freedom; the dark within.

Nature's pulse, ignored and drained,
Lands scorched, lifeblood stained.
Dreams of green laid bare to waste,
Our children’s fate erased in haste.
o In fires bright, what’s left to save?
Fields lie barren, oceans crave.
A call to arms we must awake,
Or bear the chains for freedom’s sake.
This doom we face, no foreign land,
Our own hands wrought, by hidden command.
No way to turn, no place to flee,
We fight or fade, lost history.

(Take heed now, it's almost night)
(Under iron rule, we lose the light)
With every line drawn, the cracks begin,
The end of freedom; the dark within.

(Take heed now, it's almost night)
(Under iron rule, we lose the light)
With every line drawn, the cracks begin,
The end of freedom; the dark within.

[Bridge do not skip]
Rising now, against the tide,
Hold each other side by side.
One chance remains, one flicker bright,
We bear the burden, bear the fight.

Once before, the warning cried,
Of empires proud that soon had died.
Remember now, or face our fall,
With echoes of that ancient call.
Banners raised, lines redrawn,
We stand together, dusk to dawn.
For if we fail, if silence wins,
The tale ends here, as night begins.

(Take heed now, it's almost night)
(Under iron rule, we lose the light)
With every line drawn, the cracks begin,
The end of freedom; the dark within.

Fade to black, in shadow cast,
But rise anew, our voices vast.
The dark will break, the dawn will find,
(Freedom bound, but not confined.)

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