
Lyrics:
Upon his throne, so proud and high,
An arrogant man, with a heart made of ice.
With a fiery gaze and dreams of fame,
He’s writing a tale, but it’s all just a game.
Oh, the winds of power, they blow so cold,
In the shadows of greed, where the truth is sold.
Voices are rising, but he’s deaf to the sound,
The power has blinded, his heart is unbound.
With an iron fist, he threatens and rules,
A king without a kingdom, playing the fool.
He waves his banners, of pride and disdain,
But beneath the surface, there’s only pain.
Tears and blood, all in the name,
Of a freedom that’s lost in this ruthless game.
It’s lifting the silence, and giving respect,
Building a future where love is the architect.
Upon his throne, so proud and high,
An arrogant man, with a heart made of ice.
With a fiery gaze and dreams of fame,
He’s writing a tale, but it’s all just a game.
Oh, the winds of power, they blow so cold,
In the shadows of greed, where the truth is sold.
Voices are rising, but he’s deaf to the sound,
The power has blinded, his heart is unbound.
With an iron fist, he threatens and rules,
A king without a kingdom, playing the fool.
He waves his banners, of pride and disdain,
But beneath the surface, there’s only pain.
Tears and blood, all in the name,
Of a freedom that’s lost in this ruthless game.
It’s lifting the silence, and giving respect,
Building a future where love is the architect.
Oh, the winds of power, they blow so cold,
In the shadows of greed, where the truth is sold.
Voices are rising, but he’s deaf to the sound,
The power has blinded, his heart is unbound.
"The Winds Of Power" © 2025 Claudio Turbitosi
Instruments:
Korg Volca Modular, Keys and FM
Teenage Engineering PO-12
Shure SM57 Microphone
Zoom H1n Handy Recorder
Little Bear MC5 Mixer