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📖 Description:
“Who is ArniePC1?” is an epic fusion of medieval metal, gothic rock opera and rap.
The track unfolds as a journey through a life lived in shadows and scars, from a shy and underestimated child, through battles with injustice and inner darkness, to a father, fighter and seeker of truth.
Crushing riffs, cinematic choirs and German rap verses collide with instrumental passages of harp, guitar, drums and marimba, creating a piece that stretches across nearly eight minutes.
It is both confession and declaration: a vow to protect children, to speak truth against lies, to rise again after every fall — and to walk the path from shadow into light.
A hymn of courage, faith and defiance, distilled into a single burning question: Who is ArniePC1?


📖 Lyrics:
They called me Arnie, back in school and after that,
eyes fixed on my goals, like Arnold always said.
Shy, reserved, a target too, most times in the shade,
yet justice in my blood, and a promise never swayed.
Family in my heart, “for everyone” my vow,
tuning cars, my passion, and craft my sacred ground.
Sports burned in my chest, martial arts for balance too,
dreams of stuntman, fighter jet — though they never came true.
Bands, events, photography — my lens searching light,
I capture only truth, no masks that hide the night.
On computers I kept working, learning deep inside:
I carve my very own way — I won’t be just one of the crowd.

I walk through shadows, but I still believe in light

You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who stands tall when the storm has begun.
A heart that still burns for the children, for truth,
a step through the dark that discovers what’s new.
You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who rewrites what is broken each time.
Where love and where justice cut through the stone,
you will see my name is shown.

Too many jobs I counted, yet never found a home,
much skill but little pay, too often left alone.
Underrated, underpaid, but never lost my face,
for edges forge the steel that gives backbone and grace.
Against coercion and injustice — I call them by their name,
enlightenment instead of silence, I walk my own lane.
Out of darkness without crutches, I pulled myself again,
through depression, heavy burnout — but faith remained my friend.
Awareness grows through battles, my compass stays inside,
I share both love and burden, I know what’s friend and fight.
A father building values, showing paths with open hands,
exploring all the world with his son, where wonder stands.
In the circle for the children, with open words I strive,
where bridges start to grow — and courage keeps alive.

I stand for the children, for love and for right

You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who protects every innocent voice.
The one who ignites a fire in shade,
and uncovers the lies in the nets they have made.
You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who can guide when the doubts still rise.
Where love and where justice cut through the stone,
you will see my name is shown.

Deep inside me lives a vow — I walk on God’s own path.
I am not perfect, but I’ve learned to see the signs, the ways, the sacred streams.
My spirit grows in doubt, my heart will never stay silent — I know who I am, and from where I come.
Deep in me burns a quiet flame: I am a warrior… on God’s own path.
Truth is more than written word — it dwells within the inner world.
I fall so often, but I rise again, each fall lifts me higher than I’ve been.
Awareness grows — authentic and true!
I’m no prophet, but a light in the night, a soul awake… on a watch divine.
I fight for the children, for truth and the world.
I will not be silent, not quiet, not lone, for love is stronger than fortress or stone.
I’m a guardian of children, a watchman at night,
standing between their darkness and light.
For every wounded and broken heart — I bear the scars, I share the mark.
I’m a guardian of knowledge, a keeper of time,
tearing the veil, letting truth shine.
No path forbidden, no book too old,
if your heart burns for truth, it never grows cold.
I fear no dogma, no stigma, no ban —
for the seeker of truth, that is where it began.
I rise up not in rebellion’s call,
but because knowledge is the holiest of all.
Whether Bible, Veda, or rune-song lines —
they all sing of truth in a thousand designs.
I cried to the heavens: “Why am I alone?”
And heard a whisper: “This is how you’re honed.
Strength is born where the ego is torn,
when the spirit flows free — in God’s own dawn.
When you think you break — you are truly formed.
When you scream — that’s when you’re born.
Not victory makes you pure, but enduring the pain,
when nothing is left… but faith again.”

You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who sees sparks in the ashes’ gleam.
The one who carries the children inside,
and wields love as a weapon against anger’s tide.
You ask: Who is Arnie P C one?
The one who admits the truth without shout.
Where love and where justice cut through the stone,
you will see my name is shown.