“Hold the Line in the Rain”

Verse I They said there was smoke to the north Orc tracks carved in broken earth Fourteen days — “Thrust! Stand tight!” A farmer’s hands now taught to fight Rain fell hard like judgment spoken Town grew small, the road unbroken Mother didn’t cry — just said, “For the King. Come back… or don’t.” Pre-Chorus Wet boots, iron breath Counting steps in marching death A smaller army — hearts like stone The sun broke through… then it was gone. Chorus Hold the line! Stand fast! Shoulder to shoulder in the storm’s black lash For the realm! For home! For every name carved into stone We are only men — but we stand like walls And walls may break… but never fall! Verse II – The Ruined Town I knew the place by the shattered spire Stone teeth blackened by the fire If walls like those were torn apart How many beasts are in the dark? At the forest edge plans were changed Lines grew thin, formations strained Two days passed in silent dread On the third — the ambush bled. Bridge – Tempo Drop He stood beside me yesterday Now he lies where rain won’t wash away An orc’s rage is thunder wild It hits — and does not reconcile. “Two-thirty left,” the captain said I sharpened steel by firelight red Some men sang to hide the fear We laughed too loud to make it clear. Verse III – The Fort We felled the trees with frantic hands Spiked the earth with splintered stands Towers raised from mud and will Riders sent toward the hills Then blackness moved like crawling tide Hundreds strong and iron-eyed Lightning split the swollen sky “Fix your helm. Do not die.” Final Clash – The Turning When thunder cracked in burning red A winged terror crowned overhead A crimson storm in dragon’s flame And orcish ranks forgot their name A holy rider crowned in light Charging forth on thunder’s might A lance like judgment split the line Steel and fury intertwined Another carved through shield and bone Arsenal walking, war alone Upon the hill a silent seer Cast lightning arcs of righteous fear They came like legends shaped by fate As if the dice had sealed their state And standing there in rain and flame We charged — no longer just the same. Final Chorus – Full Surge Hold the line! Push through! Stand with legends born anew For the King! For blood! For fallen brothers in the mud We were one-twenty… maybe less But we met the storm — and answered YES.