Смоленский драмv6

**[Verse 1]** System online. Frequency clear. Seventeenth century. The walls of stone. The code name is Shein. The mission is hold. Sync to one-seven-four. Feel the frost. **[Buildup]** Burn the suburbs, leave the fields. Twenty months behind the shields. No bread, no steel, the plague inside. But we will never kneel with pride. The Sigismund's demand is dust. The key-city turns to rust! **[Drop]** (Yeah!) Sixteen hundred nine, the siege begins! (Yeah!) Polish lances, Hungarian skins! Bassline pressure, the frostbite bites! Sync your heart to the liquid lights! (Yeah!) Abraham's gates are blown to dust! (Yeah!) But Smolensk's concrete breaks the thrust! Twenty thousand boots on the frozen ground! This is the sound of the hold-your-ground! **[Breakdown]** The traitor points the weakest stone... The final breach, we stand alone. Three thousand souls in the dome of light, Choose the fire instead of night. The bells are drowned in the bassline deep, While the whole of Russia wakes from sleep. **[Drop 2]** (Yeah!) Sixteen hundred eleven, the final day! (Yeah!) Blood on the streets of the Mономахов way! Frequency locked, the walls collapse! Burning the darkness with neuro-traps! (Yeah!) From the Kremlin to the temple's core! (Yeah!) Let the neuro-bass destroy the door! History is just a kick and a snare! Blasting through the Smolensk winter air! **[Outro]** The stone remembers every scar... The stone remembers who we are... Fade to black. Sync lost.