Storm That Never Ends
Proletarian Pipers
Celtic Punk
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Raw Celtic Punk anthem driven by fast punk rhythms on distorted guitars and thundering drums, fused with haunting tin whistle folk melody lines and wailing bagpipes that build to an explosive anthemic chorus of gang vocals shouting 'Oi! Oi!'. Gritty production evokes a sweaty factory revolt spilling into a rowdy pub brawl, with bodhrán pulses and fiddle flourishes adding authentic Celtic fire. High-energy rebellion perfect for fists-in-the-air singalongs.
Lyrics
Burn the lights Burn the lights We're breaking free tonight Worn out boots on factory floors Sweat and chains, we can't take more Boss man's whip cracks through the air But fire's rising, we don't care Raise your glass, smash the cage Rebel hearts in a drunken rage Fight, fight, fight for the free Down the pints, wild as the sea Calloused hands, grip-broken tools Dreams turn dust in corporate rules Whispers turn grip-broken tools Dreams turn dust in corporate rules Whispers turn to thunder roars Kicking down the bolted doors Fight, fight, fight for the free Down the pints, wild as the sea Feel the pulse, the beat inside No surrender, no place to hide From the shadows we ignite Burn it all in the dead of night Raise your glass Rebel hearts No more kneel, aye We're the storm that never ends Fight, fight, fight for the free Down the pints, wild as the sea I, I, fight for the free Down the pints, wild as the sea I, I, fight for the free I, I, forever we I, I, fight for the free I, I, forever we I, I, forever we I, I, fight for the free
Storm That Never Ends
Proletarian Pipers
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