Йорш - Сквозь тьму (2017)

"When truth dies, the echoes remain."

The final descent of the Carbon Field EP.
Post Truth Demons confronts the age of illusion — where information replaces wisdom, and algorithms whisper as gods.
Shadow Voxell calls out from the noise, invoking the spark of Thoth — the ancient intelligence buried beneath chaos.
A fusion of cyber-rock and ritual lament, this track is a war cry for those who still seek light within distortion.

⚙️ “Nothing is true, everything is permitted.”
🜏 The fight for the mind begins.
✶ The Demons are real — they wear our screens.

Post Truth Demons

Text:
[Verse 1 — sung, restrained]
City lights cut like a blade,
Paper banners, promises made.
They smile on screens, they sign their names,
But streets remember who remains.

They dress in gold, they dress in glass,
Speak in law — we speak in mass.
Your titles fall with hollow sound —
We built these roads, we stand our ground.

[Pre-Chorus — rising]
Hear the rumor of the boots,
but the block replies with truth.
We are louder than the throne,
We’ll take back what we own.

[Chorus — shout/chant, huge choir stack, crowd response line]
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down,
(we say) No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.
Hands up, fists up, in every town,
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.

[Post-Chorus — crowd chant echo]
No kings — no kings — no kings — nooooo!

(solo)

[Verse 2 — Rap (tight, fast)]
They built altars from our paychecks, plaster smiles on headlines,
Selling futures in the fine print, burying the outlines.
Tweet a law, sign a rule, make the people a noun,
But every wall you try to raise — we turn the volume up loud.

History remembers who stood still, who raised the fist and rose,
You clap for power, we clap for sun that never froze.
Your crown is cardboard, coated gloss and bling,
We burn that script — rewrite the morning — No Kings Day ring.

[Pre-Chorus — sung / shouted]
Hear the rumor of the boots,
but the block replies with truth.
We are louder than the throne,
we’ll take back what we own.

[Chorus — bigger, more instruments]
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down,
(we shout) No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.
Hands up, fists up, in every town,
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.

[Bridge — quiet then explosive; spoken over sparse piano + synth]
(soft spoken) They try to sell us fear with silver tongues.
(soft) They say: “Obey or be erased.”
(louder) But we are voices, not a herd of quiet bones.
We are the pulse — we are the bones.

[Rap Breakdown — angry, rhythmic]
Check the footage, flip the frames, they hustle likeness for their names,
All the banners read the same: Divide, distract, defame.
We stitch the streets with human threads, we shout until the lies unwind,
No scepters will replace the sweat of hands that made this time.

(solo)

[Final Chorus — FULL POWER; guitar solo layered over choir]
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down,
(we roar) No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.
From the alleys to the avenues, hear the sound,
No kings — no crowns — take your throne down.

[Outro — chant turns introspective, fading]
(chant) No kings — no kings — no kings —
(lead, soft) Keep the fire lit, keep the morning found.
(whisper) Freedom’s not a crown — it’s the ground.
Trump you are stupid but never a king

No Kings Day

Je ne tomberai pas. Texte Eric Verdin

Клуб здоровья

Мы едины

Superpunk

Субботний вечер

Diabolical Appetite

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Йорш - Сквозь тьму (2017)_01. Мы с тобой.mp3

Йорш - Сквозь тьму (2017)_02. Светлячки.mp3

Йорш - Сквозь тьму (2017)_04. Фонтаны (feat. Люся Тёща Махова).mp3

Йорш - Сквозь тьму (2017)_09. Тёмный легион.mp3

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