We Are the Nomads
A higher tempo and dense symphonic orchestration push Take B into a kinetic electro-folk sprint across the hospital night.
The stories behind We Are the Nomads
- Driving Folk Metal Cadence in We Are the Nomads — A higher tempo and dense symphonic orchestration push Take B into a kinetic electro-folk sprint across the hospital night.
- We Are the Nomads and the Night Shift Guardian Clan — A symphonic folk-metal anthem honors the roaming biomedical technicians safeguarding critical hospital gear through the darkest hours.
Lyrics
Above us walk the healers, in their
robes of wine
Below them stands the iron clan
That guards the night
Listen
From the birth of a child in the incubator dome
To the elder whose spirit sails back to its home
We stand in the shadows where machinery turns
Where the flame of the hospital quietly burns
With wrenches of iron and meters of brass
We watch every shadow and danger that pass
No monuments carved with our name on the stone
Yet by our devotion no soul is alone
We are the weavers of copper and brass
The fortress of silicon
Standing against death Sound the great horn
Roar to the sky
We are the nomads who work in the deep
Guarding the flame while the sick ones are asleep
Mourning cars soaring across the blue sky
The spirit of Beom and never shall die
Hood, hood, hood, and brotherhood strong
Riding together in triumph and song
Hooray!
When storms cut the cables
When circuits decay The nomads of iron
Are paving the way
We ask for no glory
We ask for no crown
As long as the lifelines never go down
The sunrise is golden
Above the green plains
The blood of the warriors
Courses their veins
We are the nomads
Who work in the deep
Guarding the flame While the sick ones are asleep
Mourning, cursing Across the blue sky
The spirit of Beom
And never shall die
Brotherhood strong Riding together
In triumph and song
Tengri blesses the hands that heal
The clan stands forever
