[Verse 1 – Leaving England]
Ironclads steamed from London’s gray harbor at dawn,
Smoke rolling black as the long tide pulled them on.
Redcoats stood ready with muskets held tight,
The King’s finest soldiers bound west for the fight.
Supply ships groaned heavy with powder and bread,
Two airship tenders and four ships overhead.
Great drifting airships like clouds dressed for war,
England’s proud fleet sailing far from her shore.
[Chorus – Fleet Chant]
Westward, westward, iron through the foam,
Redcoats standing far away from home.
Cannons ready, banners in the crest,
England’s fleet goes sailing to the West.
[Verse 2 – Confidence at Sea]
Drums beat steady as the sailors hauled lines,
Officers spoke of quick victory in time.
“Dragons fall to cannon,” the admirals said,
“Gunpowder storms will paint their wings red.”
The redcoat regiments laughed in the sun,
Muskets polished bright, every barrel well spun.
The deadliest soldiers the wide world had known,
Marching with iron and thunder alone.
[Chorus – Fleet Chant]
Westward, westward, iron through the foam,
Redcoats standing far away from home.
Cannons ready, banners in the crest,
England’s fleet goes sailing to the West.
[Verse 3 – The Warning]
Then Strongcastle’s children stood quiet and grim,
And the laughter aboard slowly faded and dim.
They spoke of the Gnar and the beasts that they lead,
Of towns turned to ashes and valleys that bleed.
They told of dark towers and demons in guise,
Of dragons that mocked even heroes who rise.
The admirals listened, their smiles turning thin,
For the war in the West was darker than sin.
[Chorus – Fleet Chant]
Westward, westward, iron through the foam,
Redcoats standing far away from home.
Cannons ready, banners in the crest,
England’s fleet goes sailing to the West.
[Verse 4 – A Sobering Voyage]
Now the decks were quieter under gray skies,
Each captain measuring truth in their eyes.
Iron and muskets and powder were strong,
But dragons and Gnar meant the war could be long.
Yet the fleet held steady through wind, wave, and crest,
For the West was burning and calling for rest.
Airships drifting and ironclads abreast,
England’s great fleet sailing hard for the West.
[Final Chorus – Somber Turn]
Westward, westward, iron through the foam,
Redcoats standing far away from home.
Cannons ready, banners in the crest,
England’s fleet now knows the fate of the West.
ElCeviche
