Paddles of Brass
Operatic male vocals and galloping drums build an unrelenting sonic charge that culminates in sinus rhythm restored.
The stories behind Paddles of Brass
- Symphonic Metal and Triumphant Cadence in Paddles of Brass Take B — Operatic male vocals and galloping drums build an unrelenting sonic charge that culminates in sinus rhythm restored.
- Paddles of Brass and the High-Stakes Physics of Defibrillation — A thunderous symphonic chant celebrates resuscitation technology and the preventive maintenance keeping crash carts ready.
Lyrics
The Death Line
The brother has fallen upon his cold oar
His spirit sails upward to
Odin's dark shore The baseline is flat as the frozen
salt sea No pulse in the rest of the fallen have
we I rub the gel slick on the paddles of brass
We'll shatter the ice of this treacherous pest
Two hundred, three hundred
Three sixty of four to conquer the fall
Clear the iron frame, clear the wooden bed
We strike down the thunder to wake up the dead
Strike with the hammer
Strike with the flame
Steep the grave by your men
Rescue my name Shot the man in the trough
On the breastplate gives way
Pulling him back to the light of the day
Right on, goes hard on the money to roam
The warrior roars from the valley below
His eyes open wide and he gasps for the gale
His knuckles clamp back on the long timber rail
The line on the screen jumps in rhythmic delight
Another soul snatch from the clutches of night I will clean
the brass plates and holstered once more
The Biomed stands at the hospital door
Strike with the hammer, strike with the flame
Sweep the prey, Biomed, rescue my name
Shop and the house on the brisk biggest way
Put him back to the light of the day
Cause warrior the heart
rose from the valley below
Silas Redham He's gone
Roman Brothers
