Aurora s Roar

Steel hull slicing through the Baltic frost
Ghosts of empire, Lenin’s albatross
A blank shot fired in ’17’s decay
One cannon speaks – and a dynasty slays

Bolts of revolution, rusted chain of fate
From the Neva’s freezing blood to the naval gate

Aurora – hear the hammer strike
Red star rising on a bayonet spike
Aurora – silent now, but still alive
Frozen in the harbor – learning how to thrive on hate

Commissioned for a tsar who lost his mind
Survived two wars, left destruction behind
Now tourists wave and children climb her deck
But under polished brass – a twisted neck

Solo of screeching harmonics and dive bombs
Machine-gun triplets over a corpse-stomp groove

Bolts of revolution, rusted chain of fate
From the Neva’s freezing blood to the naval gate

Aurora – hear the hammer strike
Red star rising on a bayonet spike
Aurora – silent now, but still alive
Frozen in the harbor – learning how to thrive on hate

“You think she’s just a museum?
A relic for a postcard view?
Turn the crank. Load the shell.
One more blank shot – aimed at you.”

AURORA’S ROAR!