Gray Ghosts Return

[Intro] (Instrumental: Haunting, slow traditional fiddle melody layered with deep, resonant electric violin drones and a subtle, mournful cello line. Sets a somber, misty atmosphere.) [Verse 1] Dawn breaks cold on the muster ground Gray coats shifting without a sound "Hell Divers" etched on belts held tight Underneath a fading, sickly light Fiddle scrapes a restless tune Echoes beneath a b***d-red moon They check the buckles, smooth the wool Hearts like lead, the world grown cruel A final kiss, a whispered plea "Come back, my love, come back to me" The fiddle cries, the drumbeats start Marching shadows, torn apart [Chorus] Oh, steel and smoke upon the field What harvest will the reaper yield? Gray ghosts marching, row on row While loved ones watch the river flow And wait beneath the weeping tree For ghosts that may not ever be The fiddle weeps, the violin sighs For promises beneath these skies [Verse 2] The thunder roars, the cannons scream A waking, choking, sulfur dream Where gray coats blend with mud and g**e On fields no angel walks no more The fiddle's tune turns sharp and shrill A banshee's wail atop the hill Electric shrieks cut through the haze Reflecting terror, lost in craze They dive through hell, the chosen few In armor stained with crimson dew The sights they see, the sounds they keep Will haunt them in their fitful sleep [Chorus] Oh, steel and smoke upon the field What harvest did the reaper yield? Gray ghosts stumbling, row on row While loved ones watch the river flow And wait beneath the weeping tree For ghosts that may not ever be The fiddle weeps, the violin sighs For broken vows beneath these skies [Bridge] Some crossed the river, some came home But walked through fields they'd never roam Eyes hold the storm, the vacant stare Of horrors breathed in poisoned air The fiddle tries a lullaby But phantom screams refuse to die Electric groans, a wounded sound In every corner, lost and found The touch they crave now burns like fire Consumed by guilt and dark desire The hearth feels cold, the bed feels strange Their very soul has been rearranged [Verse 3] She waits still, by the window pane Watches the slow, relentless rain He sits and stares into the flame Whispers a forgotten name The armor hangs, a hollow shell A story only nightmares tell The fiddle mourns a gentle air For innocence beyond repair The violin wails, raw and deep The secrets that the shadows keep The gray ghost walks, but not alone The w*r lives on in flesh and bone [Outro] (Instrumental: The mournful fiddle melody returns, intertwined with the fading, distorted echoes of the electric violin, mimicking distant cries and thunder. The cello swells underneath, a deep sigh of sorrow. The music gradually dissolves into silence, like mist vanishing at dawn.)