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Perennial Heavens
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Inspired entirely by the Syrian revolution, this song narrates the story of two fallen martyrs: a father and his son. Produced by my dear friend, Rhapsodist.
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The Official Originator Of Grunge-Rap.
I'm the letters that alphabet never heard about, the words that the lines couldn't manage to gather, the lines that the verses failed to comprehend, the verses that no song would dare to embrace, the song that no pen would ever write down.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
#19,897 today Peak #154
#1,744 in subgenre Peak #16
Author
Iphorill and Rhapsodist
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Iphorill and Rhapsodist
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May 12, 2014
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MP3 3.3 MB • 160 kbps • 2:50
Story behind the song
This song was made for a topical battle at rap-royalty.com. The topic was "The Martyr's Son"; so I instantly thought of the ongoing Syrian revolution, bearing in mind how deeply involved in it as a son of a Syrian mother myself.
Lyrics
[First Verse] It's November 22nd, 2011, his last night with an angel that can't be found in any heaven. He kissed her goodbye as her tears started to descend, she listened to the footsteps as he departed to his end. There isn't any doubt that loved her, but he adored his homeland too; the only two things he was breathing for right before the Lord issued his grim eternal rest, life ends but martyrdom is a sempiternal zest. He left leaving a gift; a vestige to outlive all, born to kill doubts of fall and answer the loudest call of revolution…Twenty years later, the son proceeds to fulfill the dream of those above and underneath the ground. The stream of ardent souls is filling the sky, at wars his heart unfolds; he's willing to die. [First Bridge] I can feel the souls calling me… [Hook](By Kurt Cobain) Pain…Pain. Pain, you know you're right. [Second Verse] He delineated his own fate with a radical faith and humiliated death; fighting like a seraphical wraith affiliated with far, awaited Elysian Fields, where his father faded, yet still his vision yields till this particular day, this hour and this moment, the son's roaring screams are devouring his open wounds. He will soon witness the manifestation of his demise, through which he'll be granting his nation freedom. An instant gratification was achieved as a bullet toppled him down, time paused to grieve coupled with ground, he smiled feeling proud and then perished, to reunite with his father above the clouds that are garish… [Second Bridge] In the sky lies eternity and spirits full of certainty… [Hook](By Kurt Cobain) Pain…Pain. Pain, you know you're right.
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