A digital anti-war hymn forged inside the meat grinder — where soldiers, data, and pride are shredded into one machine pulse. The Paper Tribe is the sound of modern warfare: code as blood, propaganda as religion, freedom as collapse.
VERD – The Paper Tribe

Verse 1
Your paper tribe will always be
Tied by pride and money.
Searching and seeing sexy zeppelin,
Haters gonna blow your speech —
Make them swallow hate like a bleach.

I saw them die.

Chorus
You turn your reasons into the vault,
Just staying inside that.
Disintegrate your multi proud,
Discover your price tag.
You will be free
Like I’ve never been —
Searching something big.

Crash and swallow it.

Verse 2
Your silver codes will crack in bloom
Under the neon womb of doom.
Upload your sins, delete your name —
The mirror knows you bleed the same.

I watched you fade.

Bridge
Electric crown on broken skulls,
You’re just a brand of empty souls.
Digital prophets chant your fall —
Through plastic veins, I hear it all.

Chorus
You turn your reasons into the vault,
Just stay inside that.
Disintegrate your multi proud,
Discover your price tag.
You will be free
Like I’ve never been —
Searching something big.

Crash and swallow it,
Crash and swallow it.

Outro
Swallow the static, taste the scream,
Trade your shadow for the dream.
Your throne is made of rotting light —
I’ll kiss the glitch and burn tonight.

I saw you die,
And felt alive.

VERD - The Paper Tribe (meat grinder edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

VERD – The Paper Tribe

Verse 1
Your paper tribe will always be
Tied by pride and money.
Searching and seeing sexy zeppelin,
Haters gonna blow your speech —
Make them swallow hate like a bleach.

I saw them die.

Chorus
You turn your reasons into the vault,
Just staying inside that.
Disintegrate your multi proud,
Discover your price tag.
You will be free
Like I’ve never been —
Searching something big.

Crash and swallow it.

Verse 2
Your silver codes will crack in bloom
Under the neon womb of doom.
Upload your sins, delete your name —
The mirror knows you bleed the same.

I watched you fade.

Bridge
Electric crown on broken skulls,
You’re just a brand of empty souls.
Digital prophets chant your fall —
Through plastic veins, I hear it all.

Chorus
You turn your reasons into the vault,
Just stay inside that.
Disintegrate your multi proud,
Discover your price tag.
You will be free
Like I’ve never been —
Searching something big.

Crash and swallow it,
Crash and swallow it.

Outro
Swallow the static, taste the scream,
Trade your shadow for the dream.
Your throne is made of rotting light —
I’ll kiss the glitch and burn tonight.

I saw you die,
And felt alive.

VERD - The Paper Tribe (closing time edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

VERD - The Paper Tribe (pray for us edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

VERD - The Paper Tribe (campfire edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

VERD - The Paper Tribe (last party edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

VERD - The Paper Tribe (hide & seek edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

(Chorus)
Confess, O Soul

Oh-oh, confess!
You were neither the worst nor the best,
In your last faint breath of unrest —
Now silence holds your chest.

(Verse I)
The shadow strays across the roof of night,
A crow that seeks your fading light.
Guard your soul with the signs I taught,
Before the gray-haired wind is caught,
Before the lame thunder hobbles near —
And whispers the names you used to hear.

(Chorus)
Oh-oh, confess!
You were neither the worst nor the best,
The heart that burned within your breast
Now sleeps in the clay’s caress.

(Verse II)
Let not the shroud of rot unbind your mind,
Nor the patient worms with work confined.
Wait for the bone-fire — pale and wide —
That will gather you to its side.
In that blaze I’ve traded every tree
For pain — for memory — for thee.

(Bridge)
Crows above, their wings like ash,
Drift slow in heaven’s silent clash.
All that walks, all that bleeds —
Returns to dust that gently feeds.

(Final Chorus)
Oh-oh, confess…
You were neither the worst nor the best.
The hand of dusk will smooth your rest —
Sleep now, soldier, sleep —
In the fire’s hollow nest.

VERD — Confess, O Soul (demo)

VERD - The Paper Tribe (time is running out  edition) [Bad Triangle OST]

This song tells a myth that never existed — and yet feels ancient.

It is set in a world where Norse seafarers crossed the deserts as often as they crossed the seas, where Scandinavia and Ancient Egypt slowly bled into one another, and where Thor and Ra were no longer separate gods, but two faces of the same divine force: thunder and sun, judgment and kingship.

At the center of the song is a captive woman — a slave taken by a Norse warband and carried south to be sold. When the caravan reaches the familiar sands of her homeland, she begins to sing. Her song is not a plea for mercy. It is temptation.

She speaks in the language of the North, invoking their gods, their hunger for glory, their belief that greatness is earned through daring and defiance. She promises them a vision: a city of Ra, where their leader could be crowned Pharaoh, where a foreign king could rule Lower Egypt, wrapped in gold, feared and worshipped. Her words ignite the greed of the warband. One by one, their voices join hers, until the song becomes a chorus — a ritual persuasion, a collective will pressing in on their king.

What sounds like praise becomes prophecy.
What sounds like reward becomes judgment.

When they arrive, the promise is fulfilled — but not as they imagined. The coronation is a sacrifice. The king, his warriors, and the woman herself are killed and buried with full honors, entombed as nobles, possessions of the gods. Their deaths complete the ritual they unknowingly sang into being.

The chorus, heard earlier as triumph, returns with a darker meaning:
death itself makes the king a ruler,
the desert becomes his kingdom,
gold becomes a shroud,
and divinity is paid for in blood.

In the final vision, the fallen king is welcomed by Thor and Ra together — not as a hero, but as a rightful offering. They feast and rule the eternal desert as one.

And the woman awakens — or perhaps her soul does — opening her eyes to the same endless sands where the song began.

The song is about temptation disguised as destiny,
about how power seduces before it destroys,
and about how gods are often just mirrors for human desire.

It is a hymn sung on the edge between glory and annihilation — where victory and sacrifice are the same word, spoken twice.

VERD — Thor en Rha (OST 2026)

“Secret Gasp”

Say what you saved before
One side was full of water 
Stay if you drown into
My secret  gasp and odor

Enjoy the slide till dark can’t swallow
The hand is cold, it must be sorry
The graduation of your stubborn
Imagination in true colour 

There is no one
Who's gonna cut your sorrow
There is no one
There is no own
There is no other

Explain the concept
That day of your creation in my head
And send me over
Through last dimension of your hate
And let’s be honest 
My drama stage in front of death
You know it’s there
 You saw me when 


There is no one
Who's gonna cut your sorrow
There is no one
There is no own
There is no other

There is no one
Who's gonna cut your sorrow
There is no one
There is no own
There is no other

Enjoy the slide till dark can’t swallow
The hand is cold, it must be sorry
The graduation of your stubborn
Imagination in true colour
Until I’m here

There is no one

VERD — Secret Gasp

"Flares Are a Beacon"

You can cut your muscles and burn your skin
But never have that sexy feel
Your blood can boil and vaporize 
But can be sure you’re doomed to rise
Shattered glass and an empty pass
Fulfillment, break in task

(chorus)
Do what you're gonna do again
Disorders fight with order
The paper skin will burn in seconds 
And nylon smile will stay for long

Your game, your win
You’re the same, young aim
Perhaps forget the last event
Your name, your date
Are you here? Are you in?
Count from one to ten
Embrace your rope and keep on
Your hand is weak but
Flares are a beacon


You can fight with others and buy your sin
But never own that sexy feel
Your blood can boil and vaporize 
But can be sure you’re doomed to rise
Gunshot’s wounds and eager dust
Fulfillment, break in task


(chorus)
Do what you're gonna do again
Disorders fight with order
The paper skin will burn in seconds 
And nylon smile will stay for long

Your game, your win
You’re the same, young aim
Perhaps forget from last event
Your name, your date
Are you here? Are you in?
Count from one to ten
Embrace your rope and keep on
Your hand is weak but
Flares are a beacon.
Flares are a beacon
Flares are a beacon
Flares are a beacon

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