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[Verse 1]
Sirens on the shore at dawn
Smoke rolls over Boston Bay
Shadows in the harbor wind
Steel wings hunting for their prey
Vertibirds above the walls
Rotors shaking ancient stone
Every soul that wears that star
Swears this ground is not alone
[Chorus]
This is the Battle for the Castle
Hold that line, don’t you fold, don’t you break
Raise that flag over broken gravel
Every scar, every loss, every stake
Stand your ground, Minutemen, don’t you run
Till the last bright bullet meets the sun
[Verse 2]
Power armored giants march
Footsteps like a thunder drum
Golden birds spit burning rain
Still our ragged rifles hum
Old-world paint on busted guns
Names carved in the wooden stocks
“Sanctuary” on the side
Hearts beat louder than the shocks
[Chorus]
This is the Battle for the Castle
Hold that line, don’t you fold, don’t you break
Raise that flag over broken gravel
Every scar, every loss, every stake
Stand your ground, Minutemen, don’t you run
Till the last bright bullet meets the sun
[Bridge]
Brothers made of rust and blood
Not of creed, not of iron law
Farmers, gunners, drifters, flood
To these crumbling rampart walls (ohh)
If we fall, we fall together
Name us in the stories told
If we stand, we stand forever
Turning worn-out dust to gold
[Chorus]
This is the Battle for the Castle
Hold that line, don’t you fold, don’t you break
Raise that flag over broken gravel
Every scar, every loss, every stake
Stand your ground, Minutemen, don’t you run
Till the last bright bullet meets the sun
[Outro]
Rotors fade into the sky
Smoke drifts off the shattered sea
On these stones we swore an oath
On this day, the world broke free
Musikstil
country, Cinematic country-rock ballad with melodic heroic energy; steady mid-tempo train beat on brushed drums, twangy Telecaster lines, and warm acoustic strums. Male vocals with a storyteller grit, harmony stack in the chorus, and a soaring slide-guitar hook. Subtle organ pad under the verses; bridge swells with toms and gang-style backing vocals for the final rally.