[Verse 1 — steady, marching rhythm]
The sky went still, the cannons died,
No smoke, no roar, no shouted cries,
The field held breath in iron lungs,
A war of steel with silent drums.
He circled wide, that blackened flame,
A god in air, no mortal name,
Mocked every shot, slipped every line,
A shadow dancing through the sky.
[Chorus — chant, repeatable, driving]
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Steel and fire, one last time!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Dragons fall—or we all die!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
This is where the strong survive!
[Verse 2 — rising intensity]
He struck like lightning, fire and teeth,
Wings of storm and claws of grief,
Tore through rigging, deck and steel,
Made the strongest hearts kneel.
Acid hissed and wood did scream,
Men ran blind through smoke and steam,
Yet still they fired, still they stood,
Drowning fear in blood and wood.
[Chorus]
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Steel and fire, one last time!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Dragons fall—or we all die!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
This is where the strong survive!
[Bridge — quieter, tense, spoken feel]
Then silence came… and something changed…
A pause before the final strain…
A man stood still in broken light—
Richard Stormcastle held the night.
Not bowed.
Not beaten.
Never done.
[Verse 3 — tight, cinematic build]
A tangled gun, a rigged-up trap,
A single chance, a closing gap,
The dragon dove with open jaw,
A death no man had ever saw—
A blade flashed quick, the rope was cut,
Steel dropped free with brutal luck—
The cannon turned with final aim,
A moment carved in smoke and flame—
[Chorus — bigger, crew vocals]
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Steel and fire, one last time!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Dragons fall—or we all die!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
This is where the strong survive!
[Verse 4 — aftermath of impact]
The shot went true, the sky went still,
Through bone and fire, through iron will,
The dragon fell with shattered breath,
A king brought low to mortal death.
He struck the ship in final rage,
And broke the world, and burned the stage,
Men fell screaming through the sky—
Then silk-born wings let them defy—
[Final Chorus — full power, layered]
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Steel and fire, one last time!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Dragons fall—or we all die!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
This is where the strong survive!
Hold the line! Hold the line!
Dragons fall—men live tonight!
ElCeviche
