Ballad of Bullets Video (MV)

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