Sound
Death Metal, male, acoustic guitar, guitars, harmonica, didgeridoo bamboo, Soulful, Melodic, Psychedelic vibes, Euphoric beat, Progressive beat, Playful,
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Crimson dust on Mars so grand,
A one-way ticket, understand.
For those who fester, filled with spite,
Banished to the endless night.
No gentle touch, no loving grace,
Just roaring rockets, leaving trace.
(Verse 2)
The cruel of heart, the grasping hand,
Across the Earth, a barren land.
They steal and cheat and break and bruise,
Their selfish hunger they cannot lose.
A bitter sting, a poisoned dart,
Tearing the world and breaking its heart.
(Verse 3)
The power-mad, with twisted lies,
Reflected in their cold, dead eyes.
They build their empires on despair,
While others crumble, choked by air
Made heavy with their cruel command,
A bleeding world within their hand.
(Verse 4)
Their greatness built on others' pain,
A violent terror, a crimson stain.
Let Mars receive their bitter seed,
A desolate end, a barren deed.
No history book will sing their praise,
Just whispers echoing through the star haze.
(Outro)
So watch them rise, and watch them fall,
On Martian soil, they give their all.
The crimson dust their only shroud,
Lost in the silence, cold and proud.
The crimson dust, their final claim,
Forgotten names, consumed by flame.
Crimson dust on Mars so grand,
A one-way ticket, understand.
For those who fester, filled with spite,
Banished to the endless night.
No gentle touch, no loving grace,
Just roaring rockets, leaving trace.
(Verse 2)
The cruel of heart, the grasping hand,
Across the Earth, a barren land.
They steal and cheat and break and bruise,
Their selfish hunger they cannot lose.
A bitter sting, a poisoned dart,
Tearing the world and breaking its heart.
(Verse 3)
The power-mad, with twisted lies,
Reflected in their cold, dead eyes.
They build their empires on despair,
While others crumble, choked by air
Made heavy with their cruel command,
A bleeding world within their hand.
(Verse 4)
Their greatness built on others' pain,
A violent terror, a crimson stain.
Let Mars receive their bitter seed,
A desolate end, a barren deed.
No history book will sing their praise,
Just whispers echoing through the star haze.
(Outro)
So watch them rise, and watch them fall,
On Martian soil, they give their all.
The crimson dust their only shroud,
Lost in the silence, cold and proud.
The crimson dust, their final claim,
Forgotten names, consumed by flame.