
Broken Wings return with “WAR”, the new lyric video created by Nicla Cucini—an artwork that fuses music and imagery into a single, powerful statement of intent. “WAR” is a deep and restless journey through both the visible and invisible forms of war: those that devastate cities and those that silently consume the soul. Watch the lyric video below.
The band deliberately steps away from their traditional raw, straight-ahead heavy rock sound to immerse themselves in a different sonic territory—darker, more visceral. The song was born from an instant intuition, a flash that carried with it visions of rubble, inner conflict, and a humanity tested by a fragile present marked by global tensions and personal vulnerabilities impossible to ignore. All of this is reflected in the writing, the imagery, and the very character of the track.
From that initial spark, “WAR” grew into a grunge-rock crescendo dense with pathos—a sonic body that throbs, fractures, and reassembles itself. It is a song that does not merely tell a story: it screams, bleeds, observes, and leads the listener straight into an open wound.
The lyrics confront the weight of bombs—both real and mental—the corrosive power of hatred, and the broken promises of those who hold power. Yet amid the smoke and the collapse, a fragile and stubborn presence remains: a star, symbol of a hope that refuses to be erased, even when every other light seems to have gone out.
In the final scene, as a man walks away from a ruined city, his dog appears beside him—alive.
This image, simple and almost minimal, strikes straight to the heart: it represents that instinctive purity, that absolute loyalty, so often forgotten by human beings. A silent force, so authentic that it feels more “human” than humanity itself.
And it is precisely this vision that closes “WAR”.
There is no triumph, no definitive answer.
Instead, there is a warning—an echo that lingers: despite everything, something can still survive.
“WAR” is a passage through collapse and resistance, a cry against dehumanization and, at the same time, a whisper that reminds us:
as long as a spark exists, there is still a reason to fight.








