The Queen of All Arms – Ballad of the Germa(Cover)

[Intro: Acoustic guitar strums, soft drum roll, distant whistle] [Verse 1] Well, they call us the Queen, though we’re rough around the edges, Mud on our boots and a rifle that’s trusted, First to the fight when the bugle is sounded, Last to retreat when the battle is dusted. We march through the night with our packs full of lead, Cold in the bones but our spirits unshaken, The backbone of the army, the ground that you stand on, We’re the ones who don’t break when the world starts a-shakin’. Hey! Through the rain and the snow, through the mud and the muck, We carry the weight of the mission, no luck— Just our brothers, our rifles, and a song in our throats, The Queen of All Arms, where the real war is fought. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need no fancy ships to sail the deep blue sea, Or planes in the sky where the air’s clean and free— We’re down in the dirt where the fight meets the flesh, The Queen of All Arms, we’re the ones who press on. [Chorus] Oh, the Queen of All Arms, she’s a tough old broad, First in, last out, when the cannons roar loud! We hold the line, we clear the way, we take the ground, day after day— The Queen of All Arms, we’re the German Infantry! (Hey!) Queen of All Arms! (Ho!) Queen of All Arms! We’re the ones who carry the nation on our backs and our boots! [Verse 2] Now, you ask what we do when the order comes down? We move through the trees where the shadows lie thick, Clear every room where the enemy hides, Hold every inch when the bullets start to pick. Fire and movement, that’s the name of our game, One man covers, the next man advances, No mission too far, no hill too steep, We’re the Infantry—we don’t know the meaning of “can’t chance it.” From the forests of Kosovo to the deserts of Mali, We’ve written our story in blood, sweat, and tally, Peacekeepers, fighters, rescuers too— The Queen’s got a crown made of grit, not of jewels. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need no fancy ships to sail the deep blue sea, Or planes in the sky where the air’s clean and free— We’re down in the dirt where the fight meets the flesh, The Queen of All Arms, we’re the ones who press on. [Chorus] Oh, the Queen of All Arms, she’s a tough old broad, First in, last out, when the cannons roar loud! We hold the line, we clear the way, we take the ground, day after day— The Queen of All Arms, we’re the German Infantry! (Hey!) Queen of All Arms! (Ho!) Queen of All Arms! We’re the ones who carry the nation on our backs and our boots! [Verse 3] Let me tell you a tale from a Good Friday morn, Afghanistan dust where the bullets were born, Ambush at dawn, chaos all around, But we stood our ground when the world came unwound. Our brothers were hit, but we dragged ’em to safety, Fought through the smoke, through the fear, through the frenzy, They say it was the hardest since the old days of war, But the Queen don’t kneel when the cannons roar. And when the world’s on fire, and the innocent cry, We’re the ones who come, we don’t ask why— Evacuate the families, secure the zone, The Queen’s not just a fighter, she’s a shield, she’s a home. [Bridge] We’ve got chapters written in Kosovo’s snow, In Afghanistan’s heat where the poppies grow, Mali’s vast deserts and Libya’s night, The Queen’s story’s long, and it’s still taking flight. We’ve buried our dead, we’ve cheered our returns, We’ve laughed through the tears, we’ve mended our burns— For the flag, for the people, for the ones we hold dear, The Queen of All Arms, we’ll always be here. [Build-up: Drums pound, guitars rise] [Chorus – Repeat] Oh, the Queen of All Arms, she’s a tough old broad, First in, last out, when the cannons roar loud! We hold the line, we clear the way, we take the ground, day after day— The Queen of All Arms, we’re the German Infantry! (Hey!) Queen of All Arms! (Ho!) Queen of All Arms! We’re the ones who carry the nation on our backs and our boots! [Verse 4: Humorous] Now, don’t get me wrong, we love the Navy lads, Sailin’ the seas where the saltwater’s glad— But when the fight hits the shore, who you gonna call? The Queen’s on the beach, while their ships stay tall! (Ha!) And the Air Force, they fly in their silver machines, Sleepin’ in clean beds, while we’re knee-deep in greens— They drop the bombs, but who holds the ground? The Queen’s in the mud where the real war is found! But hey, we kid ’cause we love, and we love ’cause we know, We’re all part of the same, when the flag’s on the go— Navy, Air Force, Infantry too, We’re the German Defense, and we’ll see it through! [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need no fancy ships to sail the deep blue sea, Or planes in the sky where the air’s clean and free— We’re down in the dirt where the fight meets the flesh, The Queen of All Arms, we’re the ones who press on. [Chorus – Repeat: Full band, group vocals shout] Oh, the Queen of All Arms, she’s a tough old broad, First in, last out, when the cannons roar loud! We hold the line, we clear the way, we take the ground, day after day— The Queen of All Arms, we’re the Germ