[Intro – Engines whining, rotor blades chopping the air] Static crackles— “Fall back! We’re hit!” We hear it. Every scream, every broken call. We’re coming. God, we’re coming. Hold on. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Inside the convoy / medevac] Tires hammer the dirt, engines drowning in dust, and every bump feels like a heartbeat we can’t afford to lose. Sirens off— we’re running dark, following smoke columns that claw at the sky. Somebody in back whispers, “Please let them still be breathing…” No one answers. No one can. We pick up speed. We feel the earth shaking— not from us, but from the war still eating the ridge ahead. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Guilt under the urgency] We heard the calls. We heard them break. We pushed as fast as steel could take. But time— time cut deeper than shrapnel today. ⸻ [Hook – As they crest the hill into hell] We’re coming in hot! Move aside—make a lane! We’ve got medics, we’ve got ammo, we’re charging through the flame! We’re here— late, but here— racing the dying light! Hold on, brothers— we’re coming through the night! ⸻ [Verse 2 – The moment they arrive] We hit the clearing— and the scene explodes into us: Silhouettes dragging each other, blood on the stone, cries sharp as broken steel. No time for shame— we jump out, boots sinking in ash, hands moving before thoughts catch up. “Get him on the stretcher!” “Pressure here—NOW!” “Where are the worst-hit?!” We shout over chaos, but the chaos shouts louder. I catch a commander’s eye— the fury is a knife. But behind it? Fear. Loss. And relief that we came at all. ⸻ [Bridge – Medics working under fire] We cut shirts, seal wounds, pump meds, drag the breathing to safety. Bullets snap overhead— but this is our battlefield: needle, gauze, blood-slick gloves, and prayers whispered between curses. We patch. We brace. We fight death with steady hands. ⸻ [Final Hook – Rising energy, hope returning] We’re here now— hold the line! We brought the lift, we brought the lifeline! We’re here now— don’t you fade! We’ll stitch the dawn from the night you gave! We’re late… but we’re not leaving again. Hold on, brothers— your story won’t end in this dust. ⸻ [Outro – Quiet voices, medics loading survivors] Clear the way… he’s still breathing. Get him on. Keep pressure. We got you. We got all of you. We’re taking you home.

“ON THE WAY” – Resupply / Medic POV