Flares Are Burning - Moscow Death Brigade

In the darkness

Flares are burning

Like beacons shining

On and on and on

Moscow Death Brigade was a product of a dark time

Of clenched fists and wills of cast iron

Looking down the barrel of tomorrow it was harrowing

But persevering over and over was more addictive than heroin

A decade later still carrying on

Another year to overcome, pop the flare

Will the good times ever roll?

Pulling all stops

If you fall back down, let this be a pick-me-up song

It was a sound to overcome challenges to

To channel th vibes over rhymes that ring tru

Making beats and writing riffs — it was a daily routine

Like I was in the basement cooking up the medicine

Frightening reality, your fear of it

The minute you let it get in, too late to get rid of it, gritting my teeth

But looking forward to tomorrow really, if you are sharing the feeling

Throw your hands in the air to the ceiling

In the darkness

Flares are burning

Like beacons shining

On and on and on

Hard times are coming your way, survival of the streets of mental ghetto

Victim in pain, feels like a ball and chain

Dirty Rotten Enemy within, acid rain

We know they can’t break you, your striving is not in vain

Each and every day you give ‘em more and you get less

Lost a piece of mind, can I play with madness

The evil that men do lives on and on, hate phenomenon

Rat prasing culture, I see vultures feast on carrion

Stop us?

Don’t bother!

Remember you got a brother

And sisterhood.

We are the army like no other

We are that mad sect, David versus Goliath effect

We’ll become the straw that breaks in half the Behemoth’s back

So much is done by those before me, I can’t retreat

The legacy ain’t gone, the fire to feed, I won’t admit defeat

The harder they come, the harder they fall, If you know the feeling

Throw your hands in the air to the ceiling

In the darkness

Flares are burning

Like beacons shining

On and on and on

Flares are burning alright

The fires on the frontlines

Lighting up the morning

Let the new day rise

We’ve been here for years, don’t call it a comeback

Repel any attack, if you got my back

Crocodile rhymes are timeless — that’s a fact

In it to win it, my bolt cutter goes click-clack

In the darkness

Flares are burning

Like beacons shining

On and on and on