Louder Than Bombs Lirik 소설 & 이야기

He stopped at the ship's balcony and briefly gathered all his strength to throw it away from the ship. *BOOOOM!!!!* The deafening sound of the bomb startled the whole city like roaring thunder striking on a peaceful night. Then suddenly, the bomb’s sound kept repeating in his mind and his breathing started to turn unsteady. Large droplets of sweat began to form as his sights slowly turned blurry. “Oi Collins, are youjndhdl” He felt Adeline’s presence but he couldn’t clearly hear her. His mind was filled with tormenting memories from the past. Then he just found himself being swallowed by pitch black.

Boom! A loud sound was heard, and the house shook. Karan stood from his chair to go and investigate but before he could go far another sound was heard and the house shook even more making him hold on to the chair to balance himself. He looked over at Krystal and found her sound asleep. His phone rang and he answered. “Boss, they are bombing your house, please tell me you are safe.” That was Lyle.

(Aria’s PO‍V) The wo‌rld tastes like smoke. ‍Every breath burns, every blink brings a flood of ash and lig⁠ht. For a mo⁠ment, I don’t even know if I’m alive. My ears r⁠i‌ng‍ lik⁠e shatt‍ered glass, a‍nd‍ the air trembles with the ghost of the explosion.

“No, clearly you do not know, because your boss could die in two days and you’re talking like this is a weather report.” Another pause. Then, more quietly, “It was a noiseless bomb.” “What does that mean?” “It means it can’t be detected. Not by a normal sweep. Not even by a machine, depending on the build.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe. I turned away from the cars and pressed my hand to my chest. “So we’re just supposed to wait for him to explode?” “Lauren—” I froze. Silas almost never called me that. Then I forced my voice flat. “Don’t call me that.”

Even… if it wasn't seem to be possible… ”You sure are tough!“ Countless sounds can be heard. Some coming for swords smashing each other. Some are those that came form the debris falling as various objects fly high up in the air and eventually crash falling down the ground. Some are from the shout of those people fighting us. Some are those from the bombs that continuously being sent to their direction. It was so loud that I finds it annoying. Everything started to become odd. Why don't I find any pleasure not bit of being pleased in this things that I am seeing right before my eyes? Isn't this something that I have been wanting?

No way to escape the din, and no end. Lawrence stumbled in the earsplitting darkness, curling into herself, making an attempt to shield her body. The blasts thrummed in her chest, spat dust into her eyes and mouth. All this before shed even had a threat to see the place shed ended up. With every bright explosion, she caught glimpses of rolling fields, crisscrossed with culverts and tumbledown fences. But then the flash would vanish and shed be blind again. Bombs. They have been nonetheless going off.

Lance asked because he couldn't hear her because of the thousand footsteps around them. "Nothing." She replied. 'Sheesh, that was close.' ~ At Heavens Fall ~ War rages on and the flames of war at the front can be seen 3.000 kilometers away. It was like the sun on the horizon coming down because of the unending explosions in the air and on the ground. The earth was burnt and craters from the bombings can be seen. Giant bones of sky whales were left on the ground, a grim reminder of the tragedy that this war has caused on the planet.

And beneath it, a pressed rose — the petals blackened with ash. I don’t scream. I don’t call Luca. I only whisper to the empty corridor: “Then come take it.” Outside, thunder rolls — not from the sky, but from the docks. The windows tremble. The alarms shatter the quiet. And for the first time in months, I smile. Because peace has finally died. “Peace is the lie we tell ourselves before the next war begins.”

’ My heart stopped, fear gripping me. “Lyra,” I whispered, my voice trembling, showing her the screen. “There’s a bomb.” Her eyes widened, tears falling, her voice breaking. “A bomb? Where?” “I don’t know,” I said, my heart racing. “The traitor, they’re still out there.”

Half of them were covered in a strange fruit. I pushed my curiosity aside and shit several explosives into the camp. Then, the fruits burst open and gas spread through the camp. Jodie hacked blood and stumbled to her knees. “Lucia,” she whispered weakly. Lucia pushed the buttons and the bombs detonated, the explosion so loud that my ears started to ring. The wolves that did not die started to retreat, running into the forest with fire licking their heels. A roar came from the back of our ranks until everyone was shouting in tearful excitement. The wyvern soared to the ground and Lucia hopped off.