Carry Hope to the Line

drum and bass, metal, alternative rock, powerful, driving, fast energetic tempo (~145 BPM), male vocal, energetic delivery. Песня о группе эвакуации на фронте. Им не страшны ни дождь, ни грязь. Парень Самурай бесстрашный, на квадроцикле прёт на пролом. Парень Хорс смотрит небо и всегда обнаруживает fpv-дроны. Парень Ронин организует огневую поддержку. Они всем помогают, не смотря на то, что вокруг взрывы и свистят пули над головой. Они доставляют грузы любой ценой и помогают тем кто на позициях.

[Verse 1] Rain needles down on the track marks Mud climbs high on the frame He leans forward, eyes fixed ahead No storm can turn him away The quad bites through a cratered road With cargo strapped down tight A samurai grin under a battered hood Cutting through the night [Pre-Chorus] And Khors keeps watch above the field Reading the clouds for the sign He calls the drone before it dives They move in time [Chorus] Through the rain, through the dirt They bring the load where it hurts Past the blast, past the wire Hands still steady under fire When the front calls, they go Every mile, every road No one left to face it alone They carry hope to the line [Verse 2] A burst of fire marks the ridge The rounds crack over their heads They find the team dug in below And pass the packs hand to hand No promise that the road stays clear No easy way back through Just one more run, one more supply For the ones who hold their ground [Pre-Chorus] Khors looks up, spots the shape A quick call cuts through the din They shift the route, keep moving on And get the cargo in [Chorus] Through the rain, through the dirt They bring the load where it hurts Past the blast, past the wire Hands still steady under fire When the front calls, they go Every mile, every road No one left to face it alone They carry hope to the line [Bridge] Mud on the wheels, dust in their teeth A name called back, a hand reached in They make the hard road passable They bring their people what they need [Final Chorus] Through the rain, through the dirt They bring the load where it hurts Past the blast, past the wire Hands still steady under fire When the front calls, they go Every mile, every road No one left to face it alone They carry hope to the line [Outro] One more run, one more road They bring it through They bring it home