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Fire, Frost, and the Coin

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January 9, 2026

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Fire, Frost, and the Coin

Verse 1 – Venezuela

Night blades over Caracas, Absolute Resolve in the sky, Black birds and boots in the shadows, sirens learning to cry. He’s flown to New York, pleads not guilty under glare, Streets count the fallen, whispers say Havana was there. Council halls split over law and the sword, An interim oath in the palace, a nation’s chords pulled taut and torn.

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Fire in the hills, frost on the rails, Iron in the headlines, thunder in the sails. Borders strain, voices roar, hearts won’t fold, We hold the line in a world on overload.

Verse 2 – Iran

From bread to freedom, the chant turns steel, Another week marching, a wound that won’t heal. Across every province the screen goes black, Foreign shadows arrive, pushing crowds back. Warnings from far shores ride a cold wind’s plea, While judges vow no mercy for the streets’ hungry key.

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Verse 3 – Greenland

From tropic thunder to an icy crown, A claim on the pole shakes allies down. Europe links arms, says touch the pact and it breaks, Even his own ranks flinch at the stakes. Capitol voices cool the fevered drum, Saying war talk is noise that should never come.

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Fire in the hills, frost on the rails, Iron in the headlines, thunder in the sails. Borders strain, voices roar, hearts won’t fold, We hold the line in a world on overload.

Verse 4 – Los Angeles Wildfires

Angel City wears ash like a medal of pain, Flags bow low in a smoke-stained refrain. The costliest burn still haunts the nights, Empty lots waiting for hammers and lights. Breath runs thin, nerves tight as wire, Courts chase blame through the ghosts of fire. The governor calls for a long-haul hand, Says promises blew out like dust on the land.

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Verse 5 – Europe Winter Storm

Goretti carves ice on the continent’s face, Airfields are graveyards of grounded grace. Travelers sleep on cold terminal floors, Steel tracks groan under winter’s wars. The mercury dives, the forecast won’t bend, A deep-blue shiver that just won’t end.

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Verse 6 – Bulgaria and the Euro

On the Black Sea road to a circle of stars, The lev fades out under new guitar bars. Frankfurt opens a chair on high, Lagarde says welcome beneath a shared sky. Streets are split between cheer and doubt, Groceries whisper what wallets shout. More lives bound to a single coin’s ring, A quieter drum with a wider swing.

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Final Chorus/Outro

Fire in the hills, frost on the rails, Iron in the headlines, thunder in the sails. Borders strain, voices roar, hearts won’t fold— Turn up the amps, let the truth take hold. We are the spark, the storm, the spine; In the clash of the age, we hold the line. And when the last bell breaks the mold, We hit that chord and never let go.

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