The Most Powerful Version  Sabaton - Great War (With Lyrics)

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Nowhere Feels Like Home

“The Ukrainian Dog” Es una sentencia, un legado hecho ruina, una cicatriz congelada en los campos blancos de Kiev. Es el retrato sonoro de Verunt Yridichenko, el último de su estirpe, heredero de una voluntad que se niega a extinguirse. Nacido de la pérdida y la desesperación, moldeado por la traición y la guerra, Verunt es símbolo del hombre al que le arrebatan todo, excepto su fuego interno.

La filosofía de esta obra se sustenta en una dualidad brutal:
 El mundo que arde, pero la voluntad que persiste.
 El linaje roto, pero el alma incorruptible.

La pieza navega por los pasajes más oscuros de la historia reciente: la caída de la Unión Soviética, la guerra de Crimea, las cárceles militares donde se castiga la dignidad, y las élites corruptas que juegan a ser dioses. Pero en medio del acero, del barro y la nieve, nace algo sagrado: la idea de que el hombre puede ser más que sus cadenas.

Verunt no busca redención ni venganza. Busca una nueva génesis, un mundo que no dependa de los mitos ni de los dogmas. The Ukrainian Dog lo define así:

"No soy el héroe. Soy la consecuencia. Soy lo que ocurre cuando la fe en los dioses muere, y nace la fe en uno mismo."

LYRICS

He walked alone...
Across the snow of Kiev...
With nothing but a rune.
No gods. No home.
Only rage... and a name.

Nine years old in the frost of war,
The Notarikon burned in his palm once more.
They buried Sven beneath the crimson snow,
And left a child to rise alone.

He wore the storm like skin and bone,
In Crimea’s hell, he made his throne.
Betrayed by ranks, he killed his king—
Ten years chained to silence and sin.

But rusted bars can’t hold the flame,
Nor cage the blood that bears the name...
Yridichenko—iron and soul,
The fire that gods could never control.

We are not dogs,
We are wolves in chains—
Forged in silence, born in pain.
We do not kneel,
We burn through night—
With truth in fists and hearts alight.

Victoria came with a serpent’s grace,
A shadowed deal, a godless face.
She broke the lock, unsealed the war,
Then showed the boy what blood is for.

The Aspects spoke with cosmic light,
Of Lidiel’s vow and human might.
“The runes you bear are not a lie—
But keys to make the angels die.”

The world collapsed in holy screams,
Faith was drowned by oil and greed.
Religions burned, the banners torn...
And Verunt rose to forge the dawn.

We are not gods,
We are stars unseen—
Fallen free from old machines.
We are the breath
That breaks the curse—
The nameless souls who’ll build the earth.

“No gods shall rule this mind of mine!”
“Let men arise, divine, refined!”
“This world shall bleed and then be healed!”
“Reinfallen rises—blades and shields!”

“I am the last...
The last Yridichenko.
And from the ashes of gods...
I will raise a world
where men may finally breathe.”


The Ukranian Dog

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