us 2

Lyrics

​(Intro - Acoustic guitar and a slow, haunting snare drum)
​(Verse 1 - The Foundation)
In the morning mist of seventy-six, a line of farmers stood
With nothing but their flintlock rifles and a patch of frozen wood
The Founding Fathers drew the line, they signed it with the quill
They knew the price of liberty was blood on Bunker Hill
They stared into the empire’s face and said we will be free
And forged a nation from the dirt and cast it in the sea.
​(Verse 2 - The Alamo & The Divided Land)
Fast forward to the Texas dust, where the mission walls grew cold
One hundred eighty-seven men, a story to be told
Travis drew the line in sand, they knew they’d never yield
The Alamo became the shrine upon a lonely field.
Then a nation turned upon itself, the Blue against the Gray
A brother’s blood on Shiloh’s grass to wash the sin away
The Union stood, the shackles broke, but oh, the cost was high
A generation lost to time beneath an autumn sky.
​(Chorus - The Core Theme)
And the flag still flies, though the wind is biting cold
And the stories of the brave are getting seldom told
Every thread was paid for, every stripe was earned
By the ones who walked into the fire and never returned
Are we listening now? Are we waking up at last?
To the thunder of the heroes calling from the past.
​(Verse 3 - The World Wars)
The world went dark in seventeen, across the ocean floor
The Doughboys marched through muddy trenches in a global war
Then twenty years of breathing room before the sirens wailed
At Normandy the ramps went down, where freedom’s sons prevailed
Through the black sands of Iwo Jima, to the freezing Chosen lands
They held the line for strangers with their torn and bleeding hands.
​(Verse 4 - The Modern Conflict)
The jungle claimed the young and brave in Vietnam's heavy heat
They fought a war nobody won, then walked on bitter streets
And twenty years in desert sands, the dust of Kandahar
Another generation scarred by yet another war
From the mountains of the Hindu Kush to the streets of old Kabul
They gave their youth, they gave their lives, why the democrats set safe at home.
​(Guitar Solo - Heavy, soaring, shifting from a melancholy tone to a fierce, driving rhythm)
​(Verse 5 - The Present Day)
But look around the streets today, the smoke is rising high
They’re burning down the sacred cloth beneath a careless sky
The symbols that they died to save are treated like disgrace
While the leaders who try to hold the line get spat right in the face
The blame is shifted, the truth is twisted, the history erased
And the sacrifices of the brave are casually misplaced.
​(Verse 6 - The Awakening)
Well, the quiet towns are talking now, the working man is tired
The patience of the Heartland has been tested and expired
We’ve watched the legacy get dragged through political decay
But the sleeping giant’s waking up, and there’s a debt to pay
You can’t rewrite the graveyard stones or quiet down the grave
This land belongs to the citizens, and the heroes that she gave.
​(Chorus - Full Power, Maximum Intensity)
And the flag still flies, though the wind is biting cold
And the stories of the brave are getting seldom told
Every thread was paid for, every stripe was earned
By the ones who walked into the fire and never returned
Are we listening now? Are we waking up at last?
To the thunder of the heroes calling from the past.
​(Bridge - Slow, intense buildup)
It’s time to stand up.
It’s time to name the names.
Remember who gave you the right to play your modern games.
It wasn’t the politicians talking smooth on the TV screen
It was the kid from Ohio who died at age nineteen.
​(Outro - Driving rhythm slowly fades back to a single acoustic guitar and a lone trumpet)
Stand up for the freedom.
Stand up for the flag.
Don't let them tear away the pieces that we have.
Six minutes of history... a lifetime of pride.
Remember the fallen. Remember why they died.
(Final acoustic strum holds and fades)