[Verse 1]
The sea looked like a promise, still and silver in the dawn,
A quiet line of sand where all the war should be withdrawn.
But we knew better than the silence on the shore ahead—
The water hides its hunters, and the shore is never dead.
We rowed with hands like iron, with the future in our eyes,
While beneath the painted surface, something darker softly lies.
Then the serpents broke the water, cutting through the landing boats,
Splintered wood and shattered rhythm, swallowed hope and choking throats.
[Chorus]
And still we press on,
Through the storm and through the breaking tide,
Still we press on,
With the fear we will not set aside.
For every wave that drags us down, another line holds fast—
This is where we save our country at last.
[Verse 2]
Hands reached from the deep water, pulling weight into the black,
Cold and grasping, trying hard to drag the whole line back.
But the oars kept cutting forward, and the formation held its shape,
Even as the sea itself began to twist and change and wake.
Then the beach began to answer, not as ground but as a snare,
Sand that shifted like a living thing that never was just there.
It rose and struck like hunger, tried to slow the final run—
But we saw our targets waiting, and we raised the smoking guns.
[Chorus]
We press on through the breaking foam,
Through the chaos and the roar,
We press on until the shoreline is no longer theirs but ours.
[Verse 3]
Iron drakes above us faltered, wings heavy with the sand,
Engines grinding, struggling, as they neared the cursed land.
But still their shadows marked the path where fire would find its mark,
Cutting through the serpent tides, carving signals in the dark.
We saw the line, we took it, every step a vow and cost,
Every breath a counted measure of what might be saved or lost.
And though the shore fought back with everything it had to give,
We did not come to hesitate—we came here so we live.
[Final Chorus]
And still we press on,
Through the storm and through the breaking tide,
Still we press on,
With the fear we will not set aside.
For this is more than landing—this is where the turning starts—
We take the beach, we take the future, held inside our hearts.
ElCeviche
