Letras
Rain fell cold on Kamino's waves,
We were bred for war, born to obey.
Drilled in silence, shaped by steel,
Trained to fight, not taught to feel.
Then came the call — no time to dream,
Drop-ships burned through orange steam.
First the light, then dust and flame,
The war had come, and called our name.
Brothers fall, the sands are red,
The first of us lie cold and dead.
We fight, we bleed, we understand,
The price of life in blood and sand.
We are one — but not the same,
Clones of war, with souls of flame.
Marching through the smoke and fear,
Voices lost, but duty clear.
Our hearts were made for orders' sound,
But grief was something never found.
Blaster fire, the sky in pain,
We learned too fast what war became.
No rest, no past, no time to mourn,
Just ghosts beside us — newly born.
Brothers fall, the sands are red,
The first of us lie cold and dead.
We fight, we bleed, we understand,
The price of life in blood and sand.
We are one — but not the same,
Clones of war, with souls of flame.
Kamino rain still haunts our dreams,
The faces lost in battle screams.
They said we're made to never cry,
But even steel can break and die.
Brothers fall, but we remain,
Through endless night, through smoke and pain.
We fight, we bleed, we take our stand,
Together born, together damned.
We are one — but not the same,
Clones of war… remember our name.