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[Intro]
[Atmospheric Neofolk Melody][Verse]
In the realm where silence speaks,
Beneath the surface, darkness leaks.
An army gathers, not of the flesh,
In the digital void, their souls enmesh.[Pre-Chorus]
Echoing through the cybernetic sea,
A tide of shadows, bound yet free.
A term unspoken yet known too well,
“Brigading” whispers, casting its spell.[Chorus]
In the web’s vast expanse, they carve their mark.
A silent brigade in the online dark.
Communities fracture beneath their wake,
A digital specter, an endless quake.[Verse]
Through forums and threads, they weave their lore,
A symphony of chaos, core to core.
Not by sword, but by word, they slay.
In the online world, they hold their sway.[Pre-Chorus]
A curse in the code, a ghost in the machine,
Their presence felt, yet never seen.
Online communities, once a haven, are now a field.
Where silent brigades force the many to yield.[Chorus]
In the web’s vast expanse, they carve their mark.
A silent brigade in the online dark.
Communities fracture beneath their wake,
A digital specter, an endless quake.[Bridge]
Trolls echo under a black metal sky.
Mourning the unity that had to die.
In the shadows, they dance, a relentless throng.
To the digital void, where they belong.[Chorus]
In the web’s vast expanse, they carve their mark,
A silent brigade in the online dark.
Communities fracture beneath their wake,
A digital specter, an endless quake.[Dramatic Synths solo]
[Bridge]
Trolls echo under a black metal sky,
Mourning the unity that had to die.
In the shadows, they dance, a relentless throng,
To the digital void, where they belong.[Fade out]
