More songs by The Bloody Beetroots
Description
Producer: The Bloody Beetroots
Producer: Mazare
Composer: The Bloody Beetroots
Composer: Hyro The Hero
Composer: Mazare
Lyricist: The Bloody Beetroots
Lyricist: Hyro The Hero
Lyricist: Mazare
Lyrics and translation
Original
Our adrenaline is gonna stomp us.
We go to war and then we conquer.
Been through hell so we're impossible. We move in packs, we don't compromise.
We take the lead and tell 'em bye-bye.
We will never be a target. No, we're the fucking anti-pop.
There is nothing that can stop us.
We are stompers.
Motherfucking stompers.
Stompers.
Motherfucking stompers. Now go back to the ground.
Now go back to the ground. Our adrenaline is gonna stomp us.
We go to war and then we conquer. Been through hell so we're impossible.
We move in packs, we don't compromise. We are stompers.
Motherfucking stompers. Motherfucking stompers. Nobody's gonna tame me, move.
Deep down we're insane, go move.
They gonna do me kinda nasty, ooh. The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
The army will meet their doom. Fuck you. The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
We are stompers
In a dystopian city, the Stompers rise, a fierce group of rebels bound by rage against an oppressive system.
With no fear, they march through the streets, locked and loaded, ready to tear down the barricades and demolish the old order.
They pledge allegiance not to any nation, but to each other, embracing chaos as their weapon.
Kings and queens with no crowns, they reject society's rules, declaring, "No rules, no fear, no surrender. "
English translation
Our adrenaline is gonna stomp us.
We go to war and then we conquer.
Been through hell so we're impossible. We move in packs, we don't compromise.
We take the lead and tell 'em bye-bye.
We will never be a target. No, we're the fucking anti-pop.
There is nothing that can stop us.
We are stompers.
Motherfucking stompers.
Stompers.
Motherfucking stompers. Now go back to the ground.
Now go back to the ground. Our adrenaline is gonna stomp us.
We go to war and then we conquer. Been through hell so we're impossible.
We move in packs, we don't compromise. We are stompers.
Motherfucking stompers. Motherfucking stompers. Nobody's gonna tame me, move.
Deep down we're insane, go move.
They gonna do me kinda nasty, ooh. The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
The army will meet their doom. Fuck you. The army will meet their doom. Fuck you.
We are stompers
In a dystopian city, the Stompers rise, a fierce group of rebels bound by rage against an oppressive system.
With no fear, they march through the streets, locked and loaded, ready to tear down the barricades and demolish the old order.
They pledge allegiance not to any nation, but to each other, embracing chaos as their weapon.
Kings and queens with no crowns, they reject society's rules, declaring, "No rules, no fear, no surrender. "