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Black Tide, Broken Wires
World News: Rock Edition

Black Tide, Broken Wires

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15. März 2026
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Black Tide, Broken Wires

Verse 1

Epic Fury lights the map, Kharg shaking in the night, Steel wings carve the shoreline, guns erase the fight. Oil flames held on a leash, but the match is in the hand, Touch the strait, they swear they’ll scorch the pumping land. A leader falls in shadow, his heir claims the throne, Missiles cross the borders, buzzing like a drone.

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Chorus

World on a fault line, straits and city spires, Black tide rising, smoke on broken wires. Hold on to something, truth and radio fire, We’re counting heartbeats, not the funeral pyres.


Verse 2

In Amsterdam a school wall cracks, the children spared the scar, Rotterdam burns a prayer hall, teens led from the car. A nameless crew claims thunder, whispers cross the sea, Liège feels the tremor, Michigan’s not free. Leaders vow no harbor for the oldest hate we know, But sirens keep repeating what the headlines won’t let go.

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Chorus

World on a fault line, straits and city spires, Black tide rising, smoke on broken wires. Hold on to something, truth and radio fire, We’re counting heartbeats, not the funeral pyres.


Verse 3

The narrows choke on threats, not a drop to slip the chain, The new voice in Tehran calls the bottleneck a gain. Prices spike like lightning, tankers wear the scars, Insurers cut the lifeline, crude runs for the stars. A record draw of lifeblood from caverns in the ground, The watchmen of the market call it the loudest sound.

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Verse 4

Kyiv wakes to shrapnel rain, grids crack under the load, Smoke along the highways where the power used to flow. Talks go dark and distant, stolen by another war, A waiver feeds the coffers they were sworn to starve before. But Storm Shadow answers, finds a factory’s cold heart, Even as the table flips, they’re tearing wires apart.

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Chorus

World on a fault line, straits and city spires, Black tide rising, smoke on broken wires. Hold on to something, truth and radio fire, We’re counting heartbeats, not the funeral pyres.


Verse 5

At the homeland checkpoints, empty wallets punch the clock, Lines coil through the concourse, boots pound the ticking rock. Deadlock in the chamber over badges on the street, Ghost-pay on the ledger, side gigs to make ends meet. Travelers still charged while the screeners stand unpaid, A cabinet door swings open, names change but not the day.

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Verse 6

Moscow shares a playbook with Tehran in the night, Target lines and waypoints for the crews that hunt the light. Kyiv flips the story, sends the shields to guard the base, A dozen flags are waving for their counter-drone embrace. Merops in the sky lane, a swarm to meet the swarm, From Donbas to the desert, the new battle’s the storm.

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Final Chorus

World on a fault line, straits and city spires, Black tide rising, smoke on broken wires. Raise up the beacons, drown the liars, Drums like thunder, riffs like choirs.


Ending

Engines howl, glass will sing, From the strait to the sanctuary, hear the sirens ring. If the night goes darker, we light the stage higher— Six sparks in the blackout, one roar, one fire.

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