Red horizon, guns of dust,  
Every promise turns to rust.  
Raise the banners, beat the drums,  
War is coming — war becomes.  
Blood remembers, steel decides,  
Fear is truth when fury guides.  
Armour on! Shields to ground!  
Feel the echo shake the sound!  

Pluto stalks the shadow line,  
Hides his tracks, denies the sign.  
Every silence is attack,  
Every orbit watching back.  
I see the danger, smell the war —  
Strike him now, or fear forevermore.  

He runs! He hides! He waits for weak tides!  
He lurks! He schemes! He kills in his dreams!  

Fight him now! Fight him now!  
There is war behind that brow!  
Fight him now! Fight him now!  
Let no mercy tell us how!  
Fight him now! Fight him now!  
He’s the threat we can’t allow!  
If we don’t destroy the danger —  
we become the target now!  

You think I rage without a reason?  
Ask the graveyards of the seasons.  
I saw the glance, I heard the tone,  
I felt the strike that wasn’t shown.  
He didn’t hit — he meant to hit,  
His crimes are crimes he won’t admit.  
We strike before the strike begins,  
Or we will fall — and no one wins.  

I’m not wrong.  

I’m just prepared.  

Fear is duty, hate is shield!  
Weakness cracks the battlefield!  
If you doubt, you choose to die,  
Stand and fight — or step aside!  

Beat the drum! Load the gun!  
Strike the threat before it’s done!  
Beat the drum! Load the gun!  
Do not trust the frozen one!  

Fight him now! Fight him now!  
Let the guilty take the vow!  
Fight him now! Fight him now!  
Justice speaks through fire now!  
Fight him now! Fight him now!  
Only war can tell us how!  
If he doesn’t join the battle —  
Then the battle must be now!  

Mars leaves the stand… and keeps shouting as he walks away.  

Titania drinks rage like wine — war is her favourite proof.  
Europa sees trauma, not threat — but reason stands aloof.  
The Sun hears every drumbeat shake the courtroom roof.  
The crowd loves violence; fear is their chosen truth.  

Blood roars louder than evidence — indisputable, uncouth.

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The Court Of The Sun

Red Fury On The Stand (Mars Declares War)

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?