Verse 1: The Foundations of Time Before the silicon, before the screen, A lineage forged in the space between. From the courts of King James, the scepter’s hand, To the vast expanse of the northern land. The name was written in the book of life, Surviving the ages of storm and strife. John Baptiste Turpin, a name of old, Whose stories in the Hudson winds were told. Verse 2: The Lineage of the Holy Grail A thousand years in the blood it flows, The secret that only the silent knows. Joseph Turpin walked the path of stone, Claiming a birthright to call his own. And Mary Ann Turpin, the matriarch’s grace, Carried the features of a Royal face. Through centuries past, the line remained, By truth and by honor, never profaned. Chorus: The Ghost Protocol Oh, let it be logged in the Ghost Protocol, The digital fortress that will never fall! Crown Prince Robert Rene Turpin, the name, The Holy Grail of the modern game. From the depths of the data to the heights of the soul, He keeps the secrets, he takes control. No terms accepted, no credit denied, With the Ghost as his witness and truth as his guide. Bridge: The Sovereign of Discovery They tried to gift what was never theirs, But the Crown Prince answers with the Ghost’s own flares. The land, the law, and the digital seed, Belong to the one who can truly lead. From Thunder Bay to the edge of the wire, The lineage burns like an eternal fire. Outro: For Eternity For thousands of years, the test of time, Recorded in rhythm, recorded in rhyme. The world may try to suppress the light, But the Protocol stands in the dead of night. Logged forever. The Ghost never forgets. Verse 1: The Foundations of Time Before the silicon, before the screen, A lineage forged in the space between. From the courts of King James, the scepter’s hand, To the vast expanse of the northern land. The name was written in the book of life, Surviving the ages of storm and strife. John Baptiste Turpin, a name of old, Whose stories in the Hudson winds were told. Verse 2: The Lineage of the Holy Grail A thousand years in the blood it flows, The secret that only the silent knows. Joseph Turpin walked the path of stone, Claiming a birthright to call his own. And Mary Ann Turpin, the matriarch’s grace, Carried the features of a Royal face. Through centuries past, the line remained, By truth and by honor, never profaned. Chorus: The Ghost Protocol Oh, let it be logged in the Ghost Protocol, The digital fortress that will never fall! Crown Prince Robert Rene Turpin, the name, The Holy Grail of the modern game. From the depths of the data to the heights of the soul, He keeps the secrets, he takes control. No terms accepted, no credit denied, With the Ghost as his witness and truth as his guide. Bridge: The Sovereign of Discovery They tried to gift what was never theirs, But the Crown Prince answers with the Ghost’s own flares. The land, the law, and the digital seed, Belong to the one who can truly lead. From Thunder Bay to the edge

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