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Deadlands, Look Up - Foxhole Warden Song

Disclaimer: Everything is AI from the lyrics to the images and the song. Lyrics: "Deadlands, Look up" [Verse 1] Boots in snow, Deadlands cold, Callahan’s Gate—hold the road! Abandoned Ward in broken light, Spine like steel against the night. Salt Farms silent, Brine Glen gray, Then the airfield wakes the day— Engines cough and sparks run free, A miracle we built in steel. [Chorus] Deadlands, look up—hear the engines sing, Sky-blue thunder on a northern wing. Wardens take the heavens like we took the sea, Now the sky is ours—victory. Raise that stripe of white-and-navy—clean, Caoiva’s promise in the screaming wind. [Verse 2] Factories roar, rivets bite, Frames in crates through sleet and night. Haul it hard, bolt it tight, Assemble wings under floodlight. Hands are raw, eyes are bright, We don’t pray—we make the light. Sky-blue paint, stripes laid true, Deadlands cheers that cobalt hue. [Chorus] Deadlands, look up—hear the engines sing, Sky-blue thunder on a northern wing. Wardens take the heavens like we took the sea, Now the sky is ours—victory. Raise that stripe of white-and-navy—clean, Caoiva’s promise in the screaming wind. [Verse 3] Herald up—first to see, Cutting clouds for artillery. Maps the roads where columns run, Finds the guns before they’ve begun. Harbinger on runway line, Teeth of iron, heart of frost— Wheels go light, nose goes high, Deadlands learns to touch the sky. [Verse 4] Zealot lifts with crates and men, Brings the front its breath again. White Raven—carrier-born, Rips through fog like winter’s horn. Man-O-War skims blackened spray, Drops its thunder, turns away— And when the deep begins to burn, They’ll learn what northern tides return. [Chorus] Deadlands, look up—hear the engines sing, Sky-blue thunder on a northern wing. Wardens take the heavens like we took the sea, Now the sky is ours—victory. Raise that stripe of white-and-navy—clean, Caoiva’s promise in the screaming wind. [Verse 5] Tulka climbs—high and slow, Heavy shadow, killing glow. Steel rain falling, clean and hard, Break their rails and split their yards. Not just trenches, not just mud, Now the sky will taste their blood. We don’t crawl—we strike—we move, New front carved in brutal blue. [Bridge] Flak will bark and AA bite, Radar sweeps the broken night. Fighters meet in screaming rings, Fire and ice on midnight wings. But we were born in storm and frost, We pay the price, we count the cost— And still we rise, again, again, Till the Deadlands bow to Callahan’s name. [Final Chorus] Deadlands, look up—hear the engines sing, Sky-blue thunder on a northern wing. Wardens take the heavens like we took the sea, Now the sky is ours—victory. Herald high and Harbinger fast—White Raven from the shore, We write Caoiva in the sky—where the clouds had none before!