Текст песни
Empire... do you hear me?
The west wall is bleeding
The Pigland hordes are scratching at the gates of the world
But you... you are not prey. You are the hammer
Steel in the mud, the rain turns to rust
But the faith in your chest is a fire we trust
They come from the sty, a hundred-to-one
Just animals wearing the skin of a son
They break on the wire, they drown in the mire
But you hold the line, you’re the spire
I see your hands shake, the weight of the crown
A modern-day empire that won’t stay down
They call you machines, just cogs in the war
But I’ve seen your soul, and I know what it’s for
The satellites watch, the banners are torn
But you are the light in the storm
When the sky turns black with the swarm
When the old world dies to be reborn
We are the choice on your lips
We are the tips of your spears!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Daughters of iron!
We are the Valkyries, singing you higher!
Through! The! Fire!
You are the chosen!
The Empire’s devotion!
Fight for the future!
Spill them in the ocean!
Fight!
For the modern age!
Tear down the Pigland cage!
I know you regret the blood on your hands
You think that you’re damned for defending your lands
But mercy is poison for those with no creed
They take what we build, they are famine and greed
So look to the east, the dawnline is cracked
This is the axe, not the back
I’ll carry your name to the Hall of the Brave
No grave in the mud, no forgotten disgrace
Your mother, your daughter, they stand in the square
They wear your insignia, they whisper your prayer
The satellites see you, the whole world believes
The hand that holds steel is the hand that relieves
When the sky turns black with the swarm
When the old world dies to be reborn
We are the choice on your lips
We are the tips of your spears!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Daughters of iron!
We are the Valkyries, singing you higher!
Through! The! Fire!
You are the chosen!
The Empire’s devotion!
Fight for the future!
Spill them in the ocean!
They say we are myth. A digital ghost
But we are the steel in the defensive post
They pray to their idols of rust and of mud
We pray with the reload, the sheath, and the blood
This. Is. The. Cull
No mercy for the bull!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Rise! Sons of the grid!
Daughters of iron!
We are the Valkyries, singing you higher!
Through! The! Fire!
You are the chosen!
The Empire’s devotion!
Fight for the future!
Spill them in the ocean!
Hold the wall
We will find you... on the other side
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