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GIARTBELL ORCHESTRA · OFFICIAL RELEASE
DESTINATION: NOWHERE.
CINEMATIC ROCK URBAN NOIR NIGHT DRIVE
OFFICIAL ARTWORK · GIARTBELL ORCHESTRA
THE SOUND OF MOTION
Running in the Veins is a high-octane Cinematic Rock anthem that captures the raw essence of Urban Noir. Set against a backdrop of cities of glass and endless highways, the track explores the paradox of finding freedom within the cold, mechanical pulse of a modern metropolis.
Rain-slicked pavement. Neon in the dark. The roar of distant traffic. A heartbeat that refuses to surrender to the rhythm of the machine.
This is not a plea for help. It is a declaration of independence: the moment you stop waiting for someone to save you and begin finding your own way.
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Running in the Veins
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INSIDE THE SOUND
Modern Soundtrack meets Cinematic Rock. A powerful, forward-driving sound built for a city that never truly sleeps.
Existential Drive. Rain-slicked streets, cold glass towers, neon reflections and the distant roar of a night flight.
Resolute and unapologetic. No request for rescue, no search for permission — just the decision to move forward.
“Cut the brakes and the cables, I’m finding my feet.”
BEYOND THE NOISE
In this world of glass, steel and endless roads, truth has nowhere left to hide — yet people can still lose themselves in the noise. Sensors trace the way forward, terminals swallow individual voices, and the city keeps moving whether anyone is ready or not.
Then the scene shifts: a crowded Intercity train, coats and bags, coffee-stained nights, grey fields behind a dark window. An ordinary journey becomes a reflection on the long distance between who we once believed we could be and who we choose to become.
Through the mechanical roar, the heart keeps its own rhythm. The destination may be nowhere. The point is no longer to escape the darkness, but to face it without asking for permission.
WORDS IN MOTION
The complete lyrics of the song.
Blood runs through the veins, heart is beating the drum,
In this city of glass where we’re blinded and numb.
Endless highways and bridges, the roar of the flight,
We are crossing the line to the edge of the light.
Paper wrap in my hands, there is life tucked inside,
In a world where the truth has no place left to hide.
Guided only by sensors, I’m tracing your spark,
Through the terminal’s noise and the cold and the dark.
Destination: Nowhere. The rain on the street,
Cut the brakes and the cables, I’m finding my feet.
I’m not asking for luck, there is no one to save,
Just a long distance run from the cradle to grave.
Neon glows on the pavement, the petals are dry,
I’m not dragging you with me, don’t even try.
Enjoying the show.
Enjoying the show.
Once there was a girl, she believed in the light,
In a carriage of dust and the coffee-stained night.
The Intercity’s crowded with coats and the bags,
And the spirit of hope is just hanging in rags.
Behind the dark window — the fields and the grey,
We’re dragging our lives to the end of the day.
But the heart keeps on drumming through steel and the roar,
This isn’t the end, there is something much more.
Destination: Nowhere. The rain on the street,
Cut the brakes and the cables, I’m finding my feet.
I’m not asking for luck, there is no one to save,
Just a long distance run from the cradle to grave.
Neon glows on the pavement, the petals are dry,
I’m not dragging you with me, don’t even try.
Enjoying the show.
Enjoying the show.
DESTINATION: NOWHERE
