“Red Suits Me Better” — a march toward the edge.
Industrial pulse, ritual rhythm. The drums rise like judgment, the blade falls in time with the bass. A dance for the condemned and the free — revolution as choreography, beauty as defiance. No verses of love here — only conviction, steel, and crimson light.

I'm certain now
Red suits me better
And the hour comes
I'm certain now
The drums begin to thunder
I'm certain now
The blade descends
I'm certain now
Red suits me better
Better, better, better
[Instrumental]

Isn't it a pure delight
To witness the high collared fops
Tight-trousered dandies
Delicate lenses scrambling, gazing
Unaware of their necks

I'm certain now
Red suits me better
And the hour comes
I'm certain now
The drums begin to thunder
I'm certain now
The blade descends
I'm certain now
Red suits me better
Better, better, better


Schemes unfold among the pale weeping elites
Rattling in their tumbrils as laughing children chase the dust
The immaculate families, hair piled high, cravats, handkerchiefs, no smug young heirs so sure the world is theirs
But the hour comes, as it always does
The roaring crowd, chorus and hungry, bonnets glistening
Drums rolling heavy and the blade descends


Isn't it a pure delight


I'm certain now
Red suits me better
And the hour comes
I'm certain now
The drums begin to thunder
I'm certain now
The blade descends
I'm certain now
Red suits me better
Better, better, better

Red is Better (Original Mix)

Born from noise, rhythm, and revolt — Order 1789 is the echo of fury.
Forged in the spirit of industrial techno, the project fuses the mechanical pulse of Berlin’s underground with the chaos of revolution.

Each track is a march: disciplined, relentless.
Each kick, a drum of defiance.

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