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Babylon 5

Babylon 5v6

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Epic, Heroic, Space Rhythm Rock, Dense, driving groove, elastic bass, precise drum rhythm. The energy is not aggressive, but pressing, mechanistic and continuous, like the operation of the station's engines, Heavy rhythm, big drums, bass guitar solo, bass‑line rhythm, second drum with a double beat between measures, clean vocals, medium tempo, synthesizer in the low and mid ranges, high‑end on the drums, The drums start up, the rhythm builds with heavy drums, a steady drumbeat, and bass guitars added in. The intensity increases during the choruses, Epic, Heroic, industrial, Disco, lazer, 90 ears, , clear rhythm, drums, big drums, bass guitar, rhythm guitar, synthesizer, magic, enchantment, driving bassline, atmospheric pads, energetic chorus, mouth harp, rhythm, enchantment, clear voice, heavy voice.

96 В плейлист 31.10.2026
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Текст песни

[Intro] [The track begins with a dense, funky bass. After two bars — a dry, straight drum beat. In the background — the sound of a synthesizer, imitating radio interference and reactor hum. The rhythm is metronomic, hypnotic] [Verse 1] It was the year of fire, the year of a grip, We clawed our way out of the shadow's eclipse. The year of great sorrow, the year of cold steel, We wrote down new history with blood on the seal. A new era. The old drama's end. The turning point — "Babylon 5" will defend. [Chorus] Space is on fire! [Fire!] Stars strike at our eyes! Space is on fire! [Fire!] We don't trust the cries! Space is on fire! All races locked in a turn! The galaxy watches... but now starts to learn! Plasma — to flight! The impulse tears through the skies! Lasers — in flight! Hear the voices arise! [Verse 2] The Shadows are whispering: "War is the measure, So any chimera is forged into pressure." Centauri — calculation and imperial pride, In their eyes, only vengeance, just power inside. Narn — a snarl, with a seal that has not cooled in their chest, They just want to tear open their enemies' breast. Minbari — a shield, a wall made of ice, Their prayer is silent, their path is precise. And the Vorlon states: "You are parts of a motor, Submission is light, discipline — like the sea." Two forces are driving toward absolute doom, And the young ones are burning inside this gloom. [Vocal Shift — more raspy, heart-wrenching] People are standing at consoles, fused with the steel, Skin has grown into the board from the heat. Through the screams, through the static, through burnt atmosphere, They are holding the only surviving world here. From the private to those on the bridge, In their fingers, a frozen pathos, a ridge. "Babylon 5" — not iron, not alloy, It's a pulse that has kept the galaxy from destroy, From the final, deaf-mute, complete silence. "We won't let you burn our shared defiance!" [Chorus] Space is on fire! [Fire!] Stars strike at our eyes! Space is on fire! [Fire!] We don't trust the cries! Space is on fire! All races locked in a turn! The galaxy watches... but now starts to learn! Plasma — to flight! The impulse tears through the skies! Lasers — in flight! Hear the voices arise! [Bridge / Instrumental Solo] [Drums switch to a classic rock beat, bass delivers a virtuoso part, guitar plays a rhythmic, memorable riff. The sound becomes "square", like in 80s space-rock] [Backing vocals chant like a sample] Five miles! Of steel! In the void! Five miles! Of pain! On the line! [Rap vocals over the riff] Here, the envoys are knives, spies are quicksilver, slick, It's so easy to veer from the straight, narrow track. Diplomacy — rhythm, diplomacy — fight, For each single word, you are staking your life. And outside — just vacuum, a scorched, empty gas, Where one single salvo erases all mass. [Verse 3] She became the last hope when everything fell, When the memory of oaths turned to ashes, to hell. "Babylon 5" holds the balance on pins, On the last, smoldering coals of the spins. Here they still believe that a word breaks the void, That not all in this world to the hammer's deployed. It's a port where a quiet "Halt" still rings out, Where they still guard the ultimate calm, no doubt. Even if it all crumbles to black, dusty haze — The station is here. The station remains. The station is here. [Chorus] Space is on fire! [Fire!] Stars strike at our eyes! Space is on fire! [Fire!] We don't trust the cries! Space is on fire! All races locked in a turn! The galaxy watches... but now starts to learn! Plasma — to flight! The impulse tears through the skies! Lasers — in flight! Hear the voices arise! [Outro] [Music cuts off sharply. Only the bass remains, playing one low note in rhythm with the fading kick drum hit. Sound of radio interference] [Silence in the ether...] [Pause] [Crackle.] [Pause] [A distant signal.] [Bass falls silent, only the synthesizer hum remains] "Babylon 5" holds the course. Through the ages. Through the fall. [The last guitar chord with delay effect goes into infinity] "Babylon 5"... On the line... [Sound of a switch click and a dull mechanical hum]

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