Everyone's Blood Is Still Red When It Blends

album: TBA
genre: Indie Folk
streams: 0

CREDITS

by Kenny Bramsen, Bryan Baker, Doc Doobie, Cin Xyooj, Adam David, Tonia Wright, Diana Reyes, Dan Fikes

This recording CC BY 4.0 bfbmusic.com

STORY

This was a collaboration in the AI Music Society group on Facebook, organized by Adam David.

LYRIC

Everyone's Blood Is Still Red When It Blends

It's the day of judgement, could this be the end?
Or will fate hold some mercy when its justice commends
Maybe its just another Monday, So it begins
With the weight of fear creeping under my skin

And the sky is an ocean full of islands of stars
On nights before battle wished upon from afar
To sail through the stars toward islands so new
We kiss mountain tops with morning's sweet dew

I rise from the silence, fire burns in my eyes
The battlefield scattered with foe and with friend
I walk through the wreckage, unshaken, alive
hope beckons for what we must mend
…Everyone's blood is still red when it blends

My sanity weakens as darkness descends.
my insanity strengthens as I prepare to defend
my war cry deepens, this is not the end
My Blade never weakens, we win again

I rise from the silence, fire burns in my eyes
The battlefield scattered with foe and with friend
I walk through the wreckage, unshaken, alive
hope beckons for what we must mend
…Everyone's blood is still red when it blends

Give me strength, this is not the end
Dig in deep, it's our time to mend
Lashing out we will defend
Give me strength my sanity wins
Dig in deep, this is not the end.

I come through the shadows and stand tall full of grace.
And shake off my demons whatever awaits
the light gathers and burns the weight from my skin
Through shattered steel, my shadow's reborn thin

I rise from the silence, fire burns in my eyes
The battlefield scattered with foe and with friend
I walk through the wreckage, unshaken, alive
hope beckons for what we must mend
…Everyone's blood is still red when it blends

Count my scars, each win a close shave
With my sword, I will make them all Behave
the bards will sing tales of mighty swords and the scars of the brave
you can hear the lute hiding in a cave

I rise from the silence, fire burns in my eyes
The battlefield scattered with foe and with friend
I walk through the wreckage, unshaken, alive
hope beckons for what we must mend
…Everyone's blood is still red when it blends

Everyone's blood is still red
Everyone's blood is still red
Everyone's blood is still red
Everyone's blood is still red when it blends in the end