[Verse 1]
Smallwater burns but it will not fall,
Backed to stone at the river wall.
Every name we speak is a name we’ve lost,
Every step we take is paid in cost.
Ash in the lungs and iron in the hand,
We’ve learned the shape of a last stand.
Horde keeps pressing, wave on wave,
But the dead don’t get to claim the brave.
We were broken once, now we’re made anew—
Each scar a mark of what we’ve been through.
Where one would break, there stand five more,
Harder than we were before.
[CHORUS]
Five times stronger than the ones we were,
Forged in fire, in ash, in blur.
We lose the weak, but the strong remain,
Hard as steel through loss and pain.
Smallwater stands though the ground runs red—
Fivefold soldiers among the dead.
We don’t bend, we don’t run—
We become what must be done.
[Verse 2]
On the wall where the powder smoke is thick,
Donna stands with a steady grip.
Old world musket, steady sight,
She meets the dark with a flash of light.
Every shot rings out like a vow we keep,
Every echo hunts the ones that creep.
Andrew’s blade cuts through the tide,
Jumping Zack lands where others die.
Amanda sees through rose-tinted sight,
Never misses in the darkest night.
She writes the end in crimson flame,
And the horde remembers her name.
Together they hold where others fall,
The heart of the line, the center of all.
[CHORUS]
Five times stronger than the ones we were,
Every loss makes the answer clear.
Hold the line though the walls may crack,
We don’t step forward—we don’t step back.
Smallwater stands though the ground runs red—
We fight like the living and stand with the dead.
We don’t break, we don’t run—
We become what must be done.
[Verse 3]
Above, three battered ships still fight,
Stormbreaker carving through the night.
Mark Strongcastle holds the line,
Wings of the horde press close to dying time.
Two ships falter, near to gone,
But still the Stormbreaker carries on.
Wyverns scream and drakes descend,
Trying to break what refuses to end.
Each victory carved in flame and steel,
Every loss makes the battle real.
But the line still holds—just barely so,
And the horde keeps learning what we know.
[OUTRO]
If Smallwater stands when the fire is done,
It won’t be by hope—it’ll be what we’ve become.
ElCeviche
