Crypto Army
@Emil Ljung
Crypto Army
@Emil Ljung
Songteksten
[Intro]
(Heavy guitar riffs with thunderous drums, building tension and anticipation. The sound of an impending storm captures the atmosphere of power and conflict.)
(Growled vocals enter):
From the land of chaos, where the deals are made,
There rises a force, a legend unafraid.
The crypto army, marching in line,
As Donald Pump roars, "This world is mine!"
[Verse 1]
He grabs the reins, the bull by the horns,
With golden towers and futures reborn.
Through the battlefield of politics and flame,
He rides the lightning, staking his claim.
(Growled vocals)
“Make it great,” he cries out loud,
The markets quake, the faithful proud.
Crypto army, hear the call,
With Donald Pump, we’ll rise and brawl!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Verse 2]
The charts explode, the candles rise,
Bitcoin soaring to new highs.
Through every dip, through every fall,
He leads the charge, he stands tall.
(Growled vocals)
“Huge!” he shouts, with a glint in his eye,
The moon is near, we're gonna fly!
With every vote, with every fight,
Donald Pump takes us to new heights!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Bridge]
(A breakdown with a blistering guitar solo, capturing the chaos and euphoria of the crypto market. Drums crash like waves, as the energy builds.)
(Growled):
The pump is coming, prepare the fight,
With Trump on stage, we own the night.
The crypto army, standing strong,
In this battle, we belong!
(Whispered)
“Believe me… it’s gonna be… huge.”
[Verse 3]
From the White House throne, the orders fly,
“Bitcoin to the moon,” he cries.
The printing press, it starts to fade,
With hard money, history’s made.
(Growled vocals)
No more lies, no fiat chains,
Donald Pump breaks the old domains.
With victory near, the dream unfolds,
Bitcoin’s glory, in our hold!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Outro]
(Final crescendo with a massive instrumental explosion, guitars wailing as the drums crash one last time. The music fades as the storm passes, leaving a sense of triumph.)
(Growled vocals, fading):
The pump is near, the future’s bright,
With Donald Pump, we own the night!
(Heavy guitar riffs with thunderous drums, building tension and anticipation. The sound of an impending storm captures the atmosphere of power and conflict.)
(Growled vocals enter):
From the land of chaos, where the deals are made,
There rises a force, a legend unafraid.
The crypto army, marching in line,
As Donald Pump roars, "This world is mine!"
[Verse 1]
He grabs the reins, the bull by the horns,
With golden towers and futures reborn.
Through the battlefield of politics and flame,
He rides the lightning, staking his claim.
(Growled vocals)
“Make it great,” he cries out loud,
The markets quake, the faithful proud.
Crypto army, hear the call,
With Donald Pump, we’ll rise and brawl!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Verse 2]
The charts explode, the candles rise,
Bitcoin soaring to new highs.
Through every dip, through every fall,
He leads the charge, he stands tall.
(Growled vocals)
“Huge!” he shouts, with a glint in his eye,
The moon is near, we're gonna fly!
With every vote, with every fight,
Donald Pump takes us to new heights!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Bridge]
(A breakdown with a blistering guitar solo, capturing the chaos and euphoria of the crypto market. Drums crash like waves, as the energy builds.)
(Growled):
The pump is coming, prepare the fight,
With Trump on stage, we own the night.
The crypto army, standing strong,
In this battle, we belong!
(Whispered)
“Believe me… it’s gonna be… huge.”
[Verse 3]
From the White House throne, the orders fly,
“Bitcoin to the moon,” he cries.
The printing press, it starts to fade,
With hard money, history’s made.
(Growled vocals)
No more lies, no fiat chains,
Donald Pump breaks the old domains.
With victory near, the dream unfolds,
Bitcoin’s glory, in our hold!
[Chorus]
Donald Pump, with fists of steel,
In the storm, he makes the deal.
When he wins, the rockets fly,
Bitcoin's gonna touch the sky!
Donald Pump, the bull runs wild,
The bears retreat, they’re reconciled.
With every tweet, the markets jump,
We all salute the Donald Pump!
[Outro]
(Final crescendo with a massive instrumental explosion, guitars wailing as the drums crash one last time. The music fades as the storm passes, leaving a sense of triumph.)
(Growled vocals, fading):
The pump is near, the future’s bright,
With Donald Pump, we own the night!
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