[verse 1]
Smoke hung low o’er Smallwater,
Four worn hulls climbed torn sky,
Rigging screamed and engines coughed—
Still they rose to meet the five.
[Verse 2]
Below, the lines broke into doubt,
Blue met blue with faltering hands,
Men who trained side by side last week
Now split apart by чужer plans.
[Verse 3]
Shots rang out, then steel closed in,
Some struck hard, some turned away,
Redcoats held like iron rooted—
While the wavering lines gave way.
[Chorus]
Pay the price, pay it now,
Hold the line, don’t ask how,
Blood and fire, breath and bone—
This is what it costs to hold.
Pay the price, stand and see,
What it takes to still be free—
Win or fall, the debt is made…
Every stand demands its trade.
[Verse 4]
Five ships came in narrow line,
A spear to break the sky apart,
But four moved sharp with single will—
A hunter’s turn, a striking heart.
[Verse 5]
They struck as one, all guns aligned,
Then split to pairs as thunder roared,
Every cannon found the lead—
And ripped it open, deck to core.
[Verse 6]
One fell burning through the clouds,
Ash and flame in spiraled dive,
Through the wreck the others closed—
Hooks were cast, they came alive.
[Verse 7]
Deck to deck and blade to gun,
Ice-bound masters drove their crews,
But twice the lash was cast aside—
Men turned on what they once obeyed.
[Chorus]
Pay the price, pay it fast,
Nothing here was built to last,
Fire above and blood below—
This is all that war will show.
Pay the price, take the sky,
Even if it means you die—
Win the hour, hold the day…
That’s the cost we choose to pay.
[Verse 8]
Two ships taken, seized by hand,
Flags torn down and raised anew,
Two more fled through cover fire
As wyverns split the heavens through.
[Verse 9]
The sky was theirs—for just that hour,
The ground still held, the line unbroke,
A battered, bleeding victory
Won in fire and iron smoke.
[Final Chorus – Variation]
Pay the price—we thought we knew,
What was owed and what was due,
Held the line and took the sky—
Watched the broken enemy fly…
Pay the price… but blind we stand…
Counting cost with empty hands…
Win the fight in flame and air—
Lose the thing not guarded there.
ElCeviche
