[Intro] Ash on the wind Names in the stone Guns are silent But the ground still groans [Verse 1] The sirens stopped Yet the thunder stayed Hollow helmets Rust in the shade Burned-out houses Wallpaper peeled and charred Children playing On a cratered yard Old men gather By the twisted rail Trading stories Like a holy grail Silver dog tags Clinking in their hands Maps remembered More than living lands Flag’s still hanging But the color’s drained Mothers counting What can’t be regained Empty uniforms Folded in a drawer Peace declared But they’re waging more [Chorus] (HEY!) We hear the echoes Echoes after the fire Voices marching through the smoke and wire Ground stopped shaking But the hearts still roar We are the echoes Echoes of the war [Verse 2] He wakes at dawn To the phantom flare Sees the ceiling But he’s not quite there Shadow rifles Stacked beside his bed Every heartbeat Like a step of lead Kitchen table Set for one more chair Glass ring waiting On the wooden wear Every joke told Has a missing laugh Every photo One torn half The market’s busy But the windows stare Where the blast once Opened screaming air Painted over Bullet-punctured doors Fresh white layers On remembered gore [Chorus] (HEY!) We hear the echoes Echoes after the fire Voices marching through the smoke and wire Ground stopped shaking But the hearts still roar We are the echoes Echoes of the war [Verse 3] Parade at noon With the polished boots Shining metal Over tangled roots Speeches tumble From a trembling stand Heavy medals Light in shaking hands New recruits In their spotless gear Eyes like mirrors Cold with borrowed fear Older faces Try to bless the lie “Never again” As they aim the sky Church bells ringing Over cratered fields Blessing harvests From exhausted yields Every promise Scratched into the scar “War is over” But it’s never far [Breakdown] [Drums drop to half-time Guitars grind in dissonant bends] We sowed in blood We reap in names We drink the dust Of old campaigns No trumpet call Can cleanse this stain The quiet town Still chants the slain [Chanting Chorus] (HEY!) We are the echoes (HEY!) We are the roar (HEY!) Carry the cadence (HEY!) Of every war (HEY!) We are the echoes (HEY!) Lost and reborn (HEY!) March in the silence (HEY!) After the storm [Outro] Wind through ruins Whispers through the floor Peace on paper In the bones A war Footsteps fading Down a corridor Soft Relentless Echoes of the war

metal, Crushing modern metal with galloping rhythm guitars, detuned chugs, and relentless double‑kick patterns. Deep male vocals—mix of gritty roars and commanding shouts—sit over layered rhythm stacks and a distant choral gang. Intro builds from eerie clean guitar into full assault; verses surge in long narrative arcs, chorus turns into a huge chanting hook with call‑and‑response. Wild breakdown drops into half‑time stomps, dissonant bends, and screaming harmonics before an ominous, fading outro., hardcore, male vocals, deep

Echoes After the Fire