Ballad of Bullets Lyrics

The sun sets over fields of rust

Where echoes of the past remain

Voices rise, laced with distrust

In streets that whisper of their pain

Flags unfurl with vengeful haste

Divisions cut both bone and thread

Dreams we swore would never waste

Now dance upon the silent dead

The towers high, those towers fall

One voice crushed, another crowned

Lines drawn deep, a frightful call

Between those lost and never found

Will the dawn rise with a softer hue

When the smoke clears?

Will we find something true

Past the rifts, past our fears, past our tears?

This is a ballad of bullets, sung in cries, sung in flames

Where hope dies, under steel and shame

The roar of gun fire, the silence after

No place to hide

Echoes of children crying on the other side

Fields once golden, now scarred and red

The harvest of discord, where peace lies dead

It started with whispers, seeds of doubt and rage

Lines drawn deep, on a dark stage

This is a ballad of bullets, sung in cries sung in flames

Where hope dies, under steel and shame

The roar of gun fire, the silence after

No place to hide

Echoes of children crying on the other side

Fields once golden, now scarred and red

The harvest of discord, where peace lies dead