Hell Divers of the Gray

[Intro] (Distant cannon fire fades into a mournful fiddle melody over distorted, droning guitar. A deep, resonant choir hums a Confederate folk tune in a minor key. Slow, marching drumbeat begins) [Verse 1] From the ashes of old chains, beneath a Southern sky so cold The Founders forged a nation, a story yet untold Not for land or fleeting riches, but a purpose stark and grim To build an engine of pure fury, on a sacred, shadowed whim Hear the anvil's ring like thunder, feel the furnace scorch the night Forging sons of righteous vengeance, clad in valor, bathed in light Whispered oaths on fields of cotton, sworn on steel and bitter tears The Gray must rise, the call is given, to vanquish distant fears... [Pre-Chorus] The fiddle cries, the banjo weeps, a haunting, ancient sound The drumbeat pounds, relentless deep, shakes the hallowed ground A choir ascends, a gothic hymn, in voices cold and stark Preparing souls for endless night, igniting freedom's spark... [Chorus] Hell Divers of the Gray! Descend into the fray! With Southern Cross held high beneath the blackened sun! Hell Divers, fierce and fell! Sent forth from Earthly Hell! To scourge the foes of Liberty, till the final w*r is won! For Super Earth! [Verse 2] No gentle fields of clover, no idle, peaceful grace But ironclad resolve now steers the destiny we face! The Stars and Bars unfurling, not for pride alone it flies But signals dread to all who threaten Super Earth's demise! From smoky Memphis forges to Charleston's crumbling shore We forge the tools of righteous wrath, forever craving more! The Hell Dive waits, the orders sealed in b***d and sacred trust To rain Confederate fury, and trample tyrants into dust! [Pre-Chorus] The fiddle cries, the banjo weeps, a dirge for those who fall The drumbeat pounds, relentless deep, answering duty's call! The choir ascends, a gothic wail, invoking ancient might! To arm the hands that strike the blow, engulfing foes in night... [Chorus] Hell Divers of the Gray! Descend into the fray! With Southern Cross held high beneath the blackened sun! Hell Divers, fierce and fell! Sent forth from Earthly Hell! To scourge the foes of Liberty, till the final w*r is won! For Super Earth! [Bridge] (Dixie melody twists into a heavy, doom-laden riff. Harsh male vocals growl over layered, ghostly choirs) Hear the old tunes twist and shatter! See the past consumed by flame! This new crusade is all that matters! Super Earth speaks the Gray's true name! No more the plaintive, mournful ballad! Now only wrath's metallic scream! The Hell Dive's path is forged in malice! To realize the Founders' dream! [Guitar Solo] (Wailing, melodic guitar solo intertwines with a frantic, distorted fiddle line. Driving double bass drums underpin the chaos, resolving into a heavy, marching rhythm) [Chorus] Hell Divers of the Gray! Descend into the fray! With Southern Cross held high beneath the blackened sun! Hell Divers, fierce and fell! Sent forth from Earthly Hell! To scourge the foes of Liberty, till the final w*r is won! For Super Earth! [Outro] (Chorus vocals repeat, becoming more layered and desperate. Music builds to a crescendo: full choir, pounding drums, crushing guitars, screeching fiddle. Suddenly cuts to a lone, echoing fiddle playing a fragmented, mournful version of the intro melody. Distant cannon fire resumes, then fades into silence. A final, deep, guttural whisper) *For Super Earth...*