We set off to write a percussive and glass-based song that featured haunting vocals. We were both quite proud of the result!
Brandon did pretty much everything, I wrote the lyrics and helped with some of the percussive samples (aka I hit a piece of iron with a sledgehammer a bunch of times and I believe I also may have done the drums as well). The vocals are by Maria Zarick, who still says that these are some of the strangest phrases she can remember singing.
"Children, old, and slaves, they traveled north, through the no man’s land with presents inside them."
The lyrics are a reminder that while they lost the Red War, the Fringers will return to Atrius enact their vengeance. It's one that most Fringers know by heart and is one of the few rallying cries that almost all are familiar with. Obviously the song itself is banned within Atrius.
Lyrics to Red Streets
Come now children. Hear this story of victory.
In years past, Bright led the Red war gang,
Through wit, he over-took his neighbors,
And soon, he called more to join him.
Numbers grew with every sunrise.
Numbers beyond count they looked north.
War was declared as Bright waited in planning.
Children, old, and slaves, they traveled north,
Through the no man’s land with presents inside them.
Atrius welcomed the weary.
Bombs scream, no more wall or gunners.
We scream as we charge across.
Guns scream as they bite the soldiers.
We scream as we take their towers.
Sacrifices for the holies, and much meat.
Victory almost at hand.
Bright betrayed, but still we reveled without end.
Blood, drinks, bones, adorned the streets in celebration.
We scream as we fight for vengeance.
Mothers scream as we eat their children.
Men scream as their walls expel us.
We scream as we paint their streets red.
We’ll scream when we fight for vengeance.
Mothers will scream when we eat their children.
Men will scream as their walls expel us.
We’ll scream as we paint their streets red.