SHELTER FROM THE STORM | Frostpunk Rap!
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SHELTER FROM THE STORM | Frostpunk Rap!


Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you’re a nomad. We’ve lost so much since we first started,
are our hearts cold or are we cold hearted? So pray to your lord or your foreman,
that the sun might rise in the morning. They told us hell was warm
but our empire fell for shelter from the storm. On the run from London town,
nothing left but rubble there to plunder now,
torn asunder, buried underground. Beneath the tundra and a hundred
weight of brothers drowned. Heh,
now we’re gonna need another crown. So huddle round, hunker down,
man the shovels, plough. And every hundred paces
pray and lay another down. Another mother, son or lover lost
– the frost is out. For lonely drifters in the snow drifts,
won’t be scuppered now. Stay devout, tough it out, ’til the sun is out. Trust the censor, shun dissenters,
hunt and flush them out. Keep the faith and trust there’s grace
behind the thunderclouds. Or fall in line and march in time
against the climate, proud. What are we becoming now?
Is this the life we prayed for? Time is running out.
There’s nothing left but labor. We write our future in the ice
like it was pen and paper. Leave for future generations
more than just a generator. We must never waiver.
This is the price we pay for. Safety one day for our childern
on the path we pave them. And in the end know that history depends
on an empire forged
in the flames of what we gave up. Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you’re a nomad. We’ve lost so much since we first started,
are our hearts cold or are we cold hearted? So pray to your lord or your foreman,
that the sun might rise in the morning. They told us hell was warm,
but our empire fell for shelter from the storm. Turn your collars to the wind
as our odyssey begins
feel the ice creeping in ’til your bones sing. And as the tempest descends and your ears ring,
that’s the bells of the church that we’re preaching. Now grieving is a luxury we spun to
weave our cloaks. Comfort, warmth and plenty
feel like centuries ago. The storm won’t crush our spirits
like a tent beneath the snow. Every upper lip gets stiff at 20°C below. No gold or silver,
coal’s the only thing of worth to me. The only precious metal to our name
would be the mercury That fragile strip of burgundy
that ever hurtles to the deep, alerting us as mother nature’s
taking every cursed degree. I’ve nothing left, my only treasure
is my word to keep. Keep bellies filled, treat the ill,
and preserve the heat. But can I keep the peace
as we bleed through adversity? How’s a shepherd supposed to lead
without a dog to herd the sheep? These choices that I make,
I make to save our nation. What’s a little sawdust
when you face annihilation? Is childhood so sacred?
Or just resources wasted? Every value that I thought I had debased
and razed to save us. Heave lads! Ho lads!
Forget the comforts of home you’re a nomad. We’ve lost so much since we first started,
are our hearts cold or are we cold hearted? So pray to your lord or your foreman,
that the sun might rise in the morning. They told us hell was warm,
but our empire fell for shelter from the storm. Growing up they told us no two
snowflakes are the same. And every one’s a wonder,
something not to take in vain. Of mother nature’s beauty,
of the universe at play. Seems that she’s abstained from duty,
left us here and turned away. Fingers splintered into kindling and
hearts as dark as coal. As heat and hope are dwindling we
march towards our goal. Committed to the hymns we sing
so after all is told. The generations after us
aren’t cast into the cold. So burn us in the furnace,
let our souls ignite the flame. Use our bones to stoke the embers,
use our blood to oil the chains. We are nothing now but engines
rending flesh to find a way. And as we fall we know we die
to light a brighter day. Every shiver will deliver us deliverance in time, Burn the incense of our innocence
and in a sense we thrive. Pray the future that we’re building
will be worth its weight in lives. So take heed but take no pity, – as the city must survive. Stupendium: Thanks for watching! I hope you liked the song! We just hit forty-thousand subscribers which is absolutely crazy, It’s phenomenal, thank you to all my subscribers! – and if you’re not one yet,
why not join us? We’re all pretty cool! There’s a button down there somewhere. If you’re about to do it, also remember to do the likes and the bells and all those things! There’s some more songs over there, – uh, if you’d like to see them! I hope you would. And uh, I’m gonna go now,
because I picked the hottest day of the year to make a video about scarves and coats. And I’m dying slightly. Bye!

100 Comments

  • Babidi

    i hate being cold so much, this would be such a hellish life for me. shit i can barely handle this warm comfortable existence without wanting to check out, hurray for winning the birth lottery and knowing such material comforts all my life.

  • Fuzrot

    Do you ever wonder what happened to the south? If the north became extremely cold, did the south became very hot? It's just a game, I shouldn't question it too much.
    Great song by the way, it stuck in my head now!

  • Korwynze

    "we must never waiver, this is the price we pay for safety one day for our children on the path we pave them"
    old people right now: haha im nearly dead fuck you go clean up the mess my generation made!

  • Lully Bye

    I can not stop listening to this song on repeat every time I come back to it. I can't play Frostpunk for crap but this song just sets the perfect feel of it. Actually what got me to buy the game in the first place.

  • Shaun Barrett

    "Burn the incense of our innocence, and in a sense we thrive"
    I love the wordplay of this line! It's a smooth, witty lyric that holds plenty of emotional impact!

  • CardTyrant

    You do such amazing work! After hearing your Frostpunk songs, I really want to play it now. However, I had already bought Tropico 6. Would be cool to see a rap for Tropico 6, or anything for El Presidente.

  • Thawkins

    Honestly 11 Bit studios is one of my favorite gaming companies. They are a perfect example that games can have themes and be a real art form. Stupendium thanks for getting me hooked! You rock!

  • Gilbryn

    I won’t repeat things that have been said, but each time I relisten to it, I hear something new that I just love. The beat in the music itself including the sound of striking metal. And just a little thing but the line about sawdust immediately made me go “wait, that’s a in-game mechanic”

    All in all, really good song and captures the feel of Frostpunk xD

  • Трезвый Обзор

    Клип про выживание в Норильске. 10 обморденых конечностей из 10!!!

  • bogustoast22 none

    I know I’m a year late but this song legit popped to me when I got deployed to a cold weather, I’m from the tropics.

    Honestly it pumps me up everyday to go out and do my duty. So thank you for helping me do my duty.

  • Alex Churchfield

    This group has made me wanna try out 76, had me laughing at the bitter humor of outer worlds, and tear up to frost punk. This is made all the more impressive since I have never played any of these games.

  • joe laroche

    pretty much certain i am not the first to suggest that but here it is : since the dlc of frostpunk are coming out soon you should do a rap song on these (with dan bull too, your faith vs order was awesome.)

  • Bob Wanders

    This was my first song of you I really liked (and the 3rd or something I heard). The Art of Darkness that soon followed became my favourite animated song. Keep on making great content like this!

    EDIT: Growing up they told us no two snowflakes are the same
    And everyone's a wonder something not to take in vain
    These lyrics are far more precious than all gold
    It helps us all to get through our personal cold

  • Nick Name

    I love this song but its absolutly amazing. But for my personal taste its a bit slow so ive played it 1,25 speed. Im exided for more songs.

  • Yeeren

    How in the Captain's name have I discovered these Frotpunk videos two full years after finishing the game? This is absolutely great.

  • Greymane Soul

    Just found this song.
    looked up the game, and bought it.
    time for this song and lift together, to make me work for the future.

  • Tales

    One small thing I think would improve the song is at the final time the chorus appears, you change the words to "we've come so far since we've first started" to give the entire song a greater sense of progress as the city develops.

  • lollertoaster

    I'm obseessed with this song and cried multiple times listening to it. Both this song and the game are increadible on an emotional level.

    I'm sure there are people out there who would scoff at the idea of a song based on a video-game. But it's a long standing tradition among the songwriters and poets to write pieces about paintings, stories, myths and folklore. Video-games like Frostpunk are nothing less than stories of old and this song is nothing less than "Der Ring Des Nibelungen".

  • Christopher Snively

    Well, Don't comment that often… but very well done.
    Listening to a few of your songs (the other rap battles of frost and the house always wins)
    But this song… favorite so far, had me remembering how I started when I played even at the end when I finally had
    people die to the cold, and sacrifice themselves to keep the generator running.
    Will we see you during the last autumn? Who knows.
    Ya got another follower, now excuse me while I listen to this song again.

  • Matan Kribus

    i was told hell is hell because of hell fire…
    but now i see that hell is much better then life.
    for hell never tought me to be cold hearted.

  • Vladimir K.

    УКРЫТЬЕ ОТ ГРОЗЫ
    (Перевод Russian translation: Vladimir K.)

    Жми, мужики! Эй, мужики!
    Позабудьте тёплый дом, мы бродяги
    С первых дней так много утратили мы
    Это кровь холодна или мы хладнокровны?

    Так молись, старшине или Богу
    Солнце утром бы взошло над дорогой
    Говорят – тепло в Аду
    Но Империя пала, отведя от нас грозу.

    Мы бежим из Лондона
    Кроме щебня там – ничего для нас, лишь руины под ногами
    В мерзлой почве сотен трупов тех, кто давно не с нами
    Ха, во льдах корона ждет короля.

    Столпитесь вместе, взяв лопаты, и копайте снег
    И каждых сто шагов с молитвой хороните в стороне
    Мать, сына, милого – зиме не важно
    На потери несмотря, идём вперед отважно.

    Верным будь, держись, жди солнца восход
    Верь главенству и остерегайся диссидентства
    Веруй в Благость свыше из-за облаков; или
    Встань в строй и маршируй против природы гордо.

    Кем же стали мы, это жизнь нашей мольбы?
    Неумолимы часы – наши тяжки труды
    Пишем грядущее во льдах, будто это холсты
    Хотим дать больше поколеньям, чем генератора коленья.

    Не время колебаний – это цена, заранее
    Заплаченная за детей, чтоб было легче их призванье
    В конце запомните, история зиждется
    В Империи, стоящей на плечах тех, кто отверг всё.

    Жми, мужики! Эй, мужики!
    Позабудьте тёплый дом, мы бродяги
    С первых дней так много утратили мы
    Это кровь холодна или мы хладнокровны?

    Так молись, старшине или Богу
    Солнце утром бы взошло над дорогой
    Говорят – тепло в Аду
    Но Империя пала, отведя от нас грозу.

    Выше вздень воротник, тяжек путь, и в один миг
    Хлад такой по телу, что звенят кости
    Пока буря летит, пусть в ушах в твоих
    Зазвонит колокол нашей церкви.

    Печаль и слезы материал, что сплел наши плащи
    Уют остался в прошлом, изобилья не ищи
    Но как обвал палатку, дух так просто не сломить
    Не дрогнут наши губы и при минус двадцати.

    Нет золота и серебра, один лишь уголь для меня
    А наша драгоценность – ртуть в рубашке из стекла
    Тот волосок багровизны, что падает в шкалы низы
    Предупреждает нас, что подступают к нам морозы.

    Нет больше ничего – есть только верность слову
    Кормить людей, больных лечить и жар машин хранить
    Но можно ли достичь покой – невзгоды коль над головой?
    И как пастух должен вести без пса, что агнцев мог пасти?

    Все решения я принял ради нашей нации
    Что стоят отщепенцы пред лицом аннигиляции?
    И сколь священно детство? Ресурсов трата, верно?
    Все ценности морали уничтожены спасенья для.

    Жми, мужики! Эй, мужики!
    Позабудьте тёплый дом, мы бродяги
    С первых дней так много утратили мы
    Это кровь холодна или мы хладнокровны?

    Так молись, старшине или Богу
    Солнце утром бы взошло над дорогой
    Говорят – тепло в Аду
    Но Империя пала, отведя от нас грозу.

    Пока я рос, я знал о том, что нет снежинок двух
    Похожих; и как в людях, в каждой спрятан чуда дух
    Что созданы они Природой-Матерью, как мы
    Я осознал, ушла Она, своих детей забыв.

    Пальцы ломки как щепа, сердца черны углём
    Истощены надежда, жар – но маршем мы идем
    За бравыми словами гимнов, чтобы после нас
    Грядущим поколениям не угрожал мороз.

    Так жгите нас в печах, питайте душами огонь
    Бросайте кости в угли, а кровью смажьте цепь
    Мы просто механизмы, и телами путь мостим
    Чтоб пасть, осознавая, что наступит лучший день!

    Дрожь от хлада станет трепетом Спасенья, час придёт
    И невинность, что сгорает, значит – как-то мы живём
    И молись, чтоб будущее стоило всех наших жертв
    Это помни, но без жалости, ведь ГОРОД ДОЛЖЕН ЖИТЬ

  • Drakon0Blade

    Hands down, this is one of the best raps I've ever heard, period.

    Not only did you capture the theme, the desperation and the faint hope of the game, but the execution was brilliant as well.

    Some of the best flow I've ever seen, effortlessly running from one line to the next, never missing a beat but there's not a unnecessary word or line either.

    And that final run after the chorus three minutes in, I was floored. Flawless.

  • Ross Bennett

    I'm a tiny bit sad that I saw the collab first. It's one of the rare sequels that makes the original works of both contributors better. Which is saying a hell of a lot, because this shit is amazing.

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