The Last Ride - Ghost Recon Wildlands

Musik wurde mit Ki erstellt Dieses Video wurde mit Clipchamp erstellt. Bild wurde mit Ki erstellt Songtext: Rain is falling… No lights. No voices. Only the jungle knows our names. Tonight… we go in. Black sky, red smoke, footsteps in the mud, Ghosts move silent where the jungle floods. No radio, no warning, no way back, Four shadows disappear into the black. Eyes in the darkness, watching from the trees, Ancient faces whispering through the breeze. We came for the living, but the dead are awake, One last mission… one more mistake. And when the night calls out our names, We walk through fire, we walk through rain. No prayers left, no turning around— The jungle waits beneath the ground. LAST RITES! We march where the angels won't go, LAST RITES! Through the darkness, into the unknown. If we fall, let the jungle take us, If we die, let the thunder wake us. No fear, no light, no compromise— We came to fight our LAST RITES. Night vision burning through the pouring rain, A rifle speaks and silence comes again. Red laser dancing across a broken wall, One signal flashes—then we hear them call. The masked queen watches from above, Golden blades surrounding eyes without love. Every step deeper, every breath gets cold, This isn't war anymore… It's something old. And when the shadows cross the line, Keep your weapon ready, keep your team in sight. No heroes here, just soldiers in disguise— Walking straight into their LAST RITES. LAST RITES! We march where the angels won't go, LAST RITES! Through the darkness, into the unknown. If we fall, let the jungle take us, If we die, let the thunder wake us. No fear, no light, no compromise— We came to fight our LAST RITES. One by one… The voices fade. One by one… The price is paid. If tomorrow never comes, Tell them we were never afraid. We were ghosts before we entered. Now we're ghosts that won't be saved. LAST RITES! Let the whole damn jungle hear us! LAST RITES! Nothing in the dark can break us! Through the blood, through the rain, Through the fire, through the pain, When the final shot cuts through the night— WE ARE GHOSTS. THIS IS OUR LAST RITES.