Grey Armor Southern Sky

[Intro] (Instrumental: Haunting fiddle melody over a steady, marching drumbeat, joined by deep, resonant cello/drone) [Verse 1] The call came down on the dusty plains, From worlds where freedom barely reigns. A muster cry, both sharp and dread, "To arms, Hell Divers!" the dispatch said. Leave the harvest, leave the mine, A darker duty now is thine. The Confederacy needs its steel, A fate no honest soul can feel. [Chorus] So don the grey, the armour cold, A story bought, not cheaply sold. Fly the banners, high and grim, Super Earth's light grows strangely dim. Beneath the Cross, the Southern sign, We dive to Hell in ragged line. Grey Armor 'gainst the b*****g sky, For Super Earth we live and die. [Verse 2] The forge's breath on iron skin, The weight of service settles in. From frontier rock to starry void, Where lesser souls are quick destroyed. We board the ships, like iron birds, No longer heard are homestead words. Just engine's thrum and duty's call, To stand or make the final fall. [Chorus] So don the grey, the armour cold, A story bought, not cheaply sold. Fly the banners, high and grim, Super Earth's light grows strangely dim. Beneath the Cross, the Southern sign, We dive to Hell in ragged line. Grey Armor 'gainst the b*****g sky, For Super Earth we live and die. [Bridge] The Southern Cross, a b***d-red field, A promise made, a truth concealed. It guides us down through fire and smoke, A bitter, unforgiving yoke. They call us heroes, forged and true, But Hell Divers know the darker view. This grey we wear, this mark we bear, Is testament to deep despair. [Chorus] So don the grey, the armour cold, A story bought, not cheaply sold. Fly the banners, high and grim, Super Earth's light grows strangely dim. Beneath the Cross, the Southern sign, We dive to Hell in ragged line. Grey Armor 'gainst the b*****g sky, For Super Earth we live and die. [Outro] (Instrumental: Fiddle melody becomes more mournful and fragmented, the drumbeat slows and fades, drone lingers then fades to silence)