[Verse 1]
We went down where the air goes bad,
With rifles, steel, and the nerve we had,
No sky above, just rock and dread,
Every step felt one step dead
Blade in hand gave a warning low,
Said somethin’ close but wouldn’t show,
No north, no south, no place to run—
Just the weight of what we’d begun
[Chorus]
Where the light don’t reach and the dark don’t care,
We fought somethin’ that ain’t playin’ fair,
Claws in the stone and fire in our lungs—
That’s where the battle was fought and won
Yeah we held that ground though it took our own,
Left ‘em behind in the blood and stone,
If you ask where the brave men go—
It’s down that road… where the black winds blow
[Verse 2]
First came a drop on a soldier’s cheek,
He wiped it slow, didn’t dare to speak,
Then more came down like a warning rain—
One man bowed, voice soft and low,
“Lord, if I fall where the dark winds blow,
Don’t let my soul lose its way…”
A lamp held high gave death away—
Spread on the ceiling, waitin’ to slay
[Chorus]
Where the light don’t reach and the dark don’t care,
We didn’t see it till it was there,
Came down hard, tore through us all—
Turned good men with a single fall
[Verse 3]
Andrew ran where the sane men won’t,
Straight to the fire sayin’ “No you don’t,”
We aimed for the wound where the iron tore,
Spent what we had and we begged for more
Steel bit deep and the beast gave ground,
Fire broke with a choking sound,
One last breath and the blade went through—
And down it fell in the dark we knew
[Verse 4]
We broke our rifles on blood and stone,
Left no secret for them to own,
Bent every bolt, crushed every round—
Left that knowledge in the ground
Carried the living, left the dead,
And the thing we killed just lay there spread
[Final Chorus]
Where the light don’t reach and the dark don’t care,
We left our dead and our prayers down there,
Yeah we walked back out but we ain’t the same—
Left more than blood in that hollowed place
If you ask what it cost to win—
It’s carved in the rock… deep down within
[Outro]
Andrew stood where the last man fell,
The one who fought it straight through hell,
Rifle empty, still held his line—
Bought them all a little time
He bowed his head in the fading gray,
Heard that prayer from before the fray—
“Lord, if I fall in the dark today…
Don’t let my soul lose its way…”
Then he rose… ‘cause the living move—
And the dead… they’ve paid their due
ElCeviche
