Текст песни
[Verse 1]
Smoke on the water, shadow in the sky
Big steel belly floatin' low ridin' high
Radio cracklin', "They’re comin’, they’re near"
You could almost taste that armored fear
[Chorus]
Castle in the crosshairs, walls made of sand
But we got grit, we got ground, we got land
Let ‘em drop their thunder on this busted shore
We ain’t runnin’ from the Brotherhood’s war
Castle in the crosshairs, boots in the dirt
If this is where we fall, we fall first
[Verse 2]
Sirens and shouting, rush to the guns
Farmhands, drifters, scavver sons
Old man shaking as he loads his last round
Still says, "Stand tall, this is our town"
[Chorus]
Castle in the crosshairs, walls made of sand
But we got grit, we got ground, we got land
Let ‘em drop their thunder on this busted shore
We ain’t runnin’ from the Brotherhood’s war
Castle in the crosshairs, boots in the dirt
If this is where we fall, we fall first
[Bridge]
Steel wings screaming, sky turning black
Knights in the sunlight, never lookin’ back
But we light ‘em up, line ‘em in our sights
Just farmers and fighters holdin’ back the night (ohh)
[Chorus]
Castle in the crosshairs, walls made of sand
But we got grit, we got ground, we got land
Let ‘em drop their thunder on this busted shore
We ain’t runnin’ from the Brotherhood’s war
Castle in the crosshairs, hearts in the dirt
If this is where we fall
This is where we fall first
Стиль музыки
country, Heroic country rock ballad with male vocals; steady train-beat drums, twangy telecaster leads, and warm pedal steel under the verses. Chorus swells with stacked gang vocals and ringing open chords, bass locking into a stomping, march-like groove. Fiddle doubles the main hook on turnarounds; final chorus lifts with extra harmonies and a held vocal ad-lib over crashing cymbals.