

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] We marched in scarlet through the dust Where the eastern wheat once grew The villages were ash and bone The sky a sullen blue They told us of the Gnar that came Like locusts in the night But the King’s own line fears little When the drums call us to fight [Verse 2] Three ranks deep we hold the field Boot to boot we stand First line fires, the second steps With powder close at hand Then smoke rolls out like thunderclouds The third line brings the flame Volley after volley cracks And the beasts forget our name [Chorus] Volley and steel, volley and steel Hold the line and never yield When the smoke clears and the muskets fall It’s bayonets that rule the field Stand your ground till relief comes near Hear the captains’ voices roar We’ll hold the line till kingdom come Like the Redcoats did before [Verse 3] Sometimes they reach the scarlet line Claws tearing through the smoke Then cold bright steel meets fang and horn And every rifle’s stroke We fight them back a bloody yard Till the reserves arrive And thank the Lord when drums roll in And the battered line survives [Verse 4] But rations thin with every mile Our powder runs less sure The wagons lag on broken roads No army marches pure The farther west we push this war The longer grow the chains That tie us to the distant ports Across the eastern plains [Chorus] Volley and steel, volley and steel Hold the line and never yield When the smoke clears and the muskets fall It’s bayonets that rule the field Stand your ground till relief comes near Hear the captains’ voices roar We’ll hold the line till kingdom come Like the Redcoats did before [Bridge] But three great shadows cross the sun And lift the soldiers’ eyes The airships guard our weary ranks High watchmen in the skies They drive the flying Gnar away With thunder from above And every man below them swears They’re angels sent by God [Verse 5] Still every hill we take in blood Another waits beyond The Gnar keep rising from the dark Like waves upon a pond We win each fight, we hold each field But still the question stands— How many devils fill this world And when will end their bands? [Final Chorus] Volley and steel, volley and steel Hold the line and never yield Till the last black beast lies broken On the red and smoking field Raise the flag and pass the word Let the weary soldiers know— The Redcoat line still marches west Wherever Gnar may go.
Tags
Epic folk military ballad, gritty male chorus, marching snare, fiddle, acoustic guitar, cinematic war atmosphere, heroic
5:39
No
3/23/2026