Inside the Eagles 2 Supernova (tattboy x Darksynth MashUp)
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Inside the Eagles 2 Supernova (tattboy x Darksynth MashUp)
warped beats sliding dubstep twisted melodies eagle dominance , electronic effects, sofrência, spaghetti western, bridge, eletrônico,, crust punk, flowing, jumpstyle, close harmonies, driving beats, sertanejo, pulsing beat, hichiriki, falsetto, dark male voice, , twang special effects blended beats edm all the way, atmospheric ambient, hymn, dark alternative, driving basslines, lead guitar, soviet synthpop, film music, chicago house
Lyrics
Beat building
At the very top they gather, like hawks they stare down
Sunlight bends around their talons of gold
They carve the clouds into kingdoms of frost
Waiting for the trembling ground to unfold
Ancient feathers comb the currents of the high blue vast
Sharpening their vision on the brittle edge of noon
They measure miles in heartbeats, shadows all accounted
Designing destinies beneath a pale and paper moon
Gettin’ wet in the skies high above, showerin’ down
Nature’s gift, full of love, raining down on the concrete town
The summit breath is fresh and crisp air where the masters take their seat / PEAK
They weave infinity 8’s high above, eagle eyes spot the prize
Beneath, sunlight bends around their talons of gold
Ancient stones observe the silence of a thousand frozen years gone cold
A sudden draft of arctic crystal shatters on the granite face
They chart the geometric gale with outstretched wings in perfect grace
The shadow of a regal arc defines the boundary of the peak
No heavy footsteps touch this place, no mortal dare to speak
Drop 1
Oh the mountain kings command the zenith in a dance of light
Where gravity surrenders to the mastery of vertical flight
They clutch the burning solar threads within their iron grip
And pour the liquid fire from a jagged mountain lip
To wake the valley sleeping in the hollow of the night
Space
Higher than the clouds can gather, higher than the prayer can reach
A language carved in thermal currents, far beyond our speech
The summit is a throne of ice, a temple made of stone
Where those who dare to touch the sun must sit forevermore alone
The altitude’s a garment woven out of silver mist
Masters close their weary lids against the glory they can’t resist
But even in the dark they trace the ancient winding paths
Descending canyon walls, down to where the river laughs
Switch – build
Gravity is just a rumor they have heard
Suspended in the silence where the thin air keeps the status blurred – WHATEVER YOU WANT [echo]
They watch the map of rivers of Babylon lay down
Tangled human knot, twisting in a concrete crown
Only the rain can save them, make it slick enough to slip
Fragile fabric losing all control, falling with the drip
Kings of Currents
Oh kings of currents, masters of the height
You weave the tapestry of day and claim the coming night
With unblinking eyes you measure every glowing glisten
Waiting for the turning, waiting for the call – just listen
To earth that cracks beneath the heavy weight of time
All the rappers start breaking out in mindless rhymes
Their wings are heavy archives of the storms they left behind
Sulfur-stained horizons where the mushrooms bloom in sky-light minds
They calculate the tremors, searching for a path to find
Avoid the surface fractures, dodge the fault-lines in mankind
A way to drop the gavel on the vanity and gloom
The rain has washed desperation like a brand-new broom
Stars & Static – pre-drop
No compass points toward the sanctuary they possess
They drift between the lightning and the stars in glittered stress
Witnessing the empires in frantic, flawless design
Counting every victory, every rusted scar in time
Rise – half-time to full
Oh kings of currents, masters of the height
You weave the tapestry of day and claim the coming night
With unblinking eyes you measure every fall
Waiting for the turning, waiting for the call
Of earth that cracks beneath the heavy weight of time
Before you dive into the ruin, daring and sublime
JUST KNOW WHERE YOU DIVIN’ INTO… yeah
Electric Drop
Oh kings of currents AND ELECTRICITY, masters of the height
Nature’s shocking university, you’re learning in the light
You weave the tapestry of day, you crown the neon night
With unblinking eyes you count each raindrop’s silent fight
LIKE PISSING FOUNTAINS IN THE GOLDEN GARDEN, 3:33
Waiting for the turning, for the coded frequency – JUST LISTEN
Of earth that cracks beneath the heavy weight of time
CLICK TIK CRACK TOK, sync the heartbeat to the chime
Before you dive into the blue lagoon, daring and sublime
JUST KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS – in the night time
Final Build – Return of the Eagle
The summit breath is fresh and crisp where the masters take PEAK
They weave infinity 8’s high above, no fear, no weak
Beneath, sunlight bends around their talons of gold
Ancient stones hold the secrets of a thousand winters cold
A sudden draft of arctic crystal shatters on the granite gray
They chart the patterns of the gale with wings in fierce ballet
Oh the mountain kings command the zenith in a blaze of day
Oh kings of currents, masters of the height
You weave the tapestry of day and crown the neon night
THE EAGLE HAS RETURNED…
…for another day.