Chamas da Guerra Lyrics – Shooter_sz

Chamas da Guerra Lyrics Meaning

[Introdução]
There’s this peaceful spot far away where war’s fire can’t touch anything, full of golden wheat fields swaying in the breeze and endless green meadows stretching out forever, but it’s so out of reach it almost feels like a dream. Back home, though, everything’s different—kids like me grow up hearing stories that make fighting sound heroic and exciting, and my eyes would light up just thinking about it, even though I was too young to get the real horror behind those tales. I couldn’t wait to jump in and be part of that world. The guys from that safe place? They were all fired up, ready to live and die for the thrill of battle, but they lived in hiding because one wise old warrior knew firsthand how war tears everything apart—families, lives, souls. Someone close tried pulling me back, warning me it was all nonsense, that a kid full of anger like me didn’t need to dive into that mess. They kept saying I had no real enemies, just this burning rage inside that made the world seem hostile. But I wasn’t having it—if they wouldn’t show me the ropes, I’d figure it out on my own, no matter what. I wanted to live fierce and go out swinging like a true fighter, carving my own bloody path even if it meant leaving everything behind. That pull was too strong, that romantic haze too thick to see through yet.

[Verso 1]
Once you got something worth losing, death starts looking scarier than before, like it has teeth now. He saw the fire in me and handed over his daggers, expecting I’d rise to it, telling me a real warrior fights smart with what’s close at hand, not some flashy sword. But after the tears dried up from that awful day, all that was left inside was pure hate, boiling over. I swore right then I’d make them pay, no matter the wait—years, decades, or right that second. From that point on, the wide-eyed kid vanished, swallowed whole by the darkness. The hate chewed me up from the inside, reshaping me into something hard and unrecognizable on the outside, and there’s no undoing it now, no road back to who I was.

[Refrão]
I’ve lost track of what I’ve turned into, had to ditch the old me just to keep going. I haven’t forgotten the wreckage I’ve left behind, the hurt I spread like wildfire, but turning around isn’t an option anymore—I’m locked in this chain of payback, dragging me down. I’ll make you taste every bit of the agony you’ve dumped on me, even if it’s not straight-up revenge on you anymore; hell, I don’t even know why I’m on this road half the time. That fury flooded every corner of me, then drained out, leaving nothing but this hollow echo ringing in the empty space.

[Verso 2]
Putting an end to you would be simple, sneaky like how you struck that day, but I know whose blood runs in me, so I won’t sink that low. Nah, I’ll take you out the way he would—honest, face-to-face, no shortcuts. Man, the weight on a kid’s shoulders back then was crushing, hauling that burden all alone without a soul to share it. I wouldn’t bow, wouldn’t let defeat win; kill me quick or watch me climb back up every damn time. Each fall taught me something fresh from him, and he stuck close, eyeing my spark, betting on what I could become. But let’s get this straight—I’m no buddy, no pawn in your game, don’t mix that up. Keeping me around? That’s a death sentence you’re signing. Time rolled on, and I grew colder, mirroring those very men I once despised, the load getting heavier as I shoved it deep down. Somewhere along the line, I wandered off my path, but I can’t pinpoint where it happened.

[Ponte]
War’s the worst, and I despise every ripple it sends out, ripping through innocence like a storm. I dragged myself through all this mess, and deep down, I know he wouldn’t beam with pride over the choices I made. Dad, tell me straight—was this the life you pictured for me, this endless grind? Mom, I’m sorry from the gut; I can’t say when, but I promise I’ll make it home someday. I pitched in on shattering homes, snuffing out lives that never deserved it, and it only hit me hard when I realized those faces could have been you two, staring back from the ruins. That’s when the gut punch landed: I’d morphed into the monster I loathed, the very force that stole my world and rebuilt it twisted. You always said one day it’d click, that true strength skips the blade altogether, but why’s it still foggy for me? I spat out my own vow to settle the score, thinking it’d snuff out the pain for good, but the harder I chase it, the more it bites back at me. You’d never beg me to drop the hunt anyway—you get I’d tune you out. I flash back to your words that enemies aren’t real, just shadows we chase, but glance around now, and that’s all filling my view, closing in tight.

[Refrão]
I’m drawing a blank on what to do next, stuck in this loop after a decade’s grind with zero shift. How many others are you holding down like this, frozen in place? I’m right where it started, unmoving. Spill about Vinland, that lost paradise, but skip the family talk—it’s too raw. What do you even know of me since that nightmare flipped everything? I shove away kid memories; I just want to bury this ache for good. If I let the tears come, I know I won’t hold it together—it’s all crashing out.

[Verso 3]
In that hellhole, everybody was chained to some tyrant or the lure of control, puppets dancing for scraps. I tossed away years of my life chasing one slim shot at payback, not hooked on gold or thrones, but enslaved by the burn for justice. What if the knife that found you wasn’t mine—would the world spin different? Without that revenge fire as my only fuel, what the hell would I even chase in life? Hate hauled me across miles I never thought I’d cross, staring into the horizon where more venom waited, endless. Then bam, it fizzles out as the target’s gone, cold in front of me, and I’m just a shell, rattling in the wind.

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[Verso 4]
Why fear anything when I’ve got zilch left to lose? Nightmares drag me under, drowning in the sins I’ve stacked up like stones. Hate got me this far, but it’s faded now, leaving me caged and choking on the quiet. I can’t bottle it anymore—the weight’s ballooned past what I can shoulder. And why do I keep spotting you here, ghosting in, trying to school my heart on lessons it’s too stubborn to grab? You kept saying this war’s mine alone to wrestle, but still, I ought to lean on the echoes of those lives I snuffed, carry them as anchors. Turn that dead weight into drive, rise fresh as the fighter I was meant to be. Yeah, I’m hollowed out now, but empty’s where new roots dig in. I’ll haul them along, not to fix the breaks, but to honor what I swore. I’ll sow fields wider than I scorched, raise walls taller than the ones I toppled. Wipe out the beatings, the battles, the chains—there’s only one way forward for that.

[Pré-Refrão]
Mom, I’m home now, spilling all I endured, and for the first time, the sobs can flow free. What I did? No excuse cuts it, but at least I can voice it today. I get it now—I don’t have enemies. No enemies at all.

[Refrão]
I’ve lost track of what I’ve turned into, had to ditch the old me just to keep going. I haven’t forgotten the wreckage I’ve left behind, the hurt I spread like wildfire, but turning around isn’t an option anymore—I’m locked in this chain of payback, dragging me down. I’ll make you taste every bit of the agony you’ve dumped on me, even if it’s not straight-up revenge on you anymore; hell, I don’t even know why I’m on this road half the time. That fury flooded every corner of me, then drained out, leaving nothing but this hollow echo ringing in the empty space.