Soldiers of fortune
Просто песня Soldiers of fortune, картинки для фона Создано при помощи программы Movavi Video Editor 23 Собственно ИИ как инструмент для создания и написания мелодий Пишите и создавайте свои мелодии https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar Lyrics (Verse 1) Dust and sweat, a familiar haze, Marching on through endless days. No flags fly, no trumpets sound, Just the echo on barren ground. We are the ones who take the fight, Bathed in the pale moon's lonely light. No one waits with bated breath, Just the silent dance with death. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Verse 2) Promises whispered, then turned to dust, Loyalty tested, betrayed by trust. We sell our courage, our skill, our might, For a fleeting moment in the fading light. No medals gleam, no heroes' praise, Just the memory of blood-soaked days. We're the tools of those who command, Leaving our mark on shifting sand. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Bridge) We build no empires, we claim no throne, Just reap the harvest that others have sown. Our families wait, but they don't know, The path we walk, the seeds we sow. We are the forgotten, the ones who bleed, Fulfilling a desperate, urgent need. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Outro) Beyond these walls, the world moves on, Unaware of battles fought and won. We fade away, a whispered sigh, Beneath an indifferent, empty sky. No one will mourn... no one will cry. Just the wind that whispers goodbye.
Просто песня Soldiers of fortune, картинки для фона Создано при помощи программы Movavi Video Editor 23 Собственно ИИ как инструмент для создания и написания мелодий Пишите и создавайте свои мелодии https://www.producer.ai/BlackHardwar Lyrics (Verse 1) Dust and sweat, a familiar haze, Marching on through endless days. No flags fly, no trumpets sound, Just the echo on barren ground. We are the ones who take the fight, Bathed in the pale moon's lonely light. No one waits with bated breath, Just the silent dance with death. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Verse 2) Promises whispered, then turned to dust, Loyalty tested, betrayed by trust. We sell our courage, our skill, our might, For a fleeting moment in the fading light. No medals gleam, no heroes' praise, Just the memory of blood-soaked days. We're the tools of those who command, Leaving our mark on shifting sand. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Bridge) We build no empires, we claim no throne, Just reap the harvest that others have sown. Our families wait, but they don't know, The path we walk, the seeds we sow. We are the forgotten, the ones who bleed, Fulfilling a desperate, urgent need. (Chorus) Soldiers of fortune, that's our name, Playing a dangerous, deadly game. When the final shot is fired and done, No one will mourn when our race is run. We're the shadows, the unseen hand, Across the war-torn, ravaged land. When the dust settles, and the silence falls, No one will mourn beyond these walls. (Outro) Beyond these walls, the world moves on, Unaware of battles fought and won. We fade away, a whispered sigh, Beneath an indifferent, empty sky. No one will mourn... no one will cry. Just the wind that whispers goodbye.