[Verse 1]
Sandstorms whisper secrets, blood on the breeze
The Mojave’s got a fever, it won’t appease
NCR patches sewn on tattered sleeves
Marching through a wasteland where shadows seize
A centurion’s helmet glints, scarlet hue
War cries echo, the desert’s cruel
They chant for Caesar, blades thirsty, cruel
But Rangers move silent, death’s only rule
[Prechorus]
Dust in the lungs, skies painted rust
Outnumbered, outgunned, but faith’s a must
[Chorus]
Rangers rise, out the shadows, no retreat
Iron wills, battle cries, boots beat the heat
Legion falls, one by one, in defeat
Desert graves hold the weight of deceit
[Verse 2]
Campfires glow where hope burns dim
Rations low, but they fight on a whim
Rifles locked, loaded, aiming grim
Through Legion ranks, chances slim
Echoes of Vegas, neon’s faint hum
Dreams of a Strip where freedom’s strummed
But out here, the sun beats a war drum
Bitter springs flow red, no outcome