Arctic Fault Line

Описание: Arctic Fault Line
Created By: Bang Ndin Massage

Verse I
Frozen crown on the edge of time,
White throne of the northern line,
A land of ice, a heart of flame,
Now every empire speaks its name.
Maps are drawn with hungry eyes,
Steel intentions in polite disguise,
“Security” carved in stone,
But every king wants a throne.

Pre-Chorus
Whispers travel through the cold,
Old alliances start to fold,
Brothers doubt the hands they shake,
Every promise starts to break.

Chorus
Who owns the ice beneath the sky?
Who draws the line for you and I?
NATO bound in fractured trust,
Power feeds on fear and dust.
Greenland cries in silent pain,
Denmark stands against the rain,
Eagles circle, bears awake—
The Arctic is the fault line’s quake.

Verse II
Satellites above the snow,
Watching every tide that flows,
Bases carved in ancient stone,
Echoes of a Cold War tone.
Trade winds shift, the poles ignite,
Routes emerge from melting white,
Minerals beneath the skin,
Another war is breathing in.

Pre-Chorus
Treaties rust in Arctic wind,
Friends become what they defend,
Every oath begins to sway,
When empires want their way.

Chorus
Who owns the ice beneath the sky?
Who draws the line for you and I?
NATO bound in fractured trust,
Power feeds on fear and dust.
Greenland cries in silent pain,
Denmark stands against the rain,
Eagles circle, bears awake—
The Arctic is the fault line’s quake.

Bridge (Polyrhythmic / Spoken-Scream)
Not for sale!
Not for conquest!
A people are not property!
Security or supremacy?
Which god do you really serve—
Peace… or destiny?

Breakdown
Steel in smiles, velvet threat,
Diplomacy with loaded breath,
Allies bleed in quiet rooms,
While flags rehearse their future tombs.

Final Chorus
Who owns the ice beneath the sky?
No empire rules eternity.
Borders fade, but scars remain,
In frozen blood, in molten chains.
Greenland sings through storm and stone,
“We are more than land you own.”
Let the world awake and see—
No crown should rule the Arctic sea.

Outro
Ice remembers every war,
Every promise ever torn,
When the north begins to burn,
It’s not just land—
It’s the world’s turn.