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March to Callahan's Passage - Foxhole Warden Song

Couldn't quite get the callout/response working right, but I'm still happy with how it turned out. Disclaimer: Everything is AI from the lyrics to the images and the song. Lyrics: "March to Callahan's Passage" Wardens, ready on the line! We march the snow, we march in time! Where’s the road that calls our name? Callahan’s Pass, in frost and flame! [Verse 1] Boots in snow and breath like smoke, frostbite nips but we don’t choke. Blue coats shining, flags held high, marching under frozen sky. We carry steel and iron will, toward the north where the air grows still. The mountains echo every sound, as fallen footsteps haunt the ground. Who stands strong when the cold winds rise? Wardens stand with steady eyes! Who holds fast on the narrow track? Those who go may not come back! [Verse 2] Coal trains rumble down the ridge, shaking stone from bridge to bridge. Engine smoke and distant guns, steal the color from the sons. Fiddlers loaded, packs pulled tight, marching long into the night. Some will stop and some will fall, but still we answer Callahan’s call. What’s the oath the Wardens keep? Guard the land and never sleep! What’s the price for holding true? All we are — and all we knew! [Verse 3] From Overlook Hill to Crumbling Post, We march the road through ice and frost. Thousands walked this path before, thousands won’t return for more. But still we shout and stomp the snow, for someone waits at home, you know. Their hopes ride on our frozen breath, as we walk the line ‘tween life and death. Wardens, what’s the Passage mean? Where steel is sharp and courage keen! What do we carry through the fight? Honor, courage, northern light! [Verse 4] Hear the drums, the metal ring, commanders shout and rifles sing. Callahan’s ridge is cold and steep, and the price we pay runs wide and deep. But though some fade from our sight, we march as one into the night. Feet like thunder, hearts as flame— Wardens rise and Wardens remain. Wardens, who will hold the line? We will hold it — every time! For See-vah, who will stand? Wardens, Wardens — hand in hand!