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The Enclave - Ashes of the Eagle (Industrial Metal/Wasteland Metal)

The Enclave “From the silence of bunkers, we rise—not as ghosts, but as judgment.”— Enclave High Command, Post-Reclamation Directive 0049 The anthem of a forgotten empire reborn. “Ashes of the Eagle” is a brutal, apocalyptic war hymn that channels the fury and cold resolve of the Enclave, Fallout’s most infamous techno-nationalist faction. Written as a declaration of their second resurrection, the song paints a dark vision of America’s fractured remains—where ideals are twisted into weapons, and the stars and stripes are reforged in steel and plasma. Set to a scorched-earth blend of industrial metal and militarized wasteland rock, the lyrics chronicle the Enclave’s return from extinction. From the depths of irradiated vaults and command bunkers, their legions rise again—not to rebuild, but to eradicate. No compromise. No peace. Only purity by annihilation. Each verse is a decree, each chorus a rallying cry.They are not just reclaiming land—they’re reclaiming destiny. This is more than a song.This is a march. This is the sound of a nation reborn in flame.This is “Ashes of the Eagle.” Lyrics [Intro] From bunkers sealed in shadowed steel, From flags entombed beneath the sand, The oath still burns, the code still lives— America… reclaimed by command. [Verse 1] Buried beneath the dust of lies, We slept where history feared to tread Cold steel hearts and sealed replies, Awaiting orders long since dead Circuits hum and vaults unlock, Old-world fire floods our veins We rise again from poisoned rock, To cleanse the land with righteous flame [Pre-Chorus 1] You thrived in filth, you bred in rot, Mistaking survival for a claim This soil remembers who it’s for— And whispers out the Enclave name [Chorus 1] Stand aside, the banner flies, Stars and stripes reforged in fire This nation lives, though millions die— Purity is our empire Kneel or burn beneath the sky, There is no future left for you America will rise again— And it won’t include the few [Verse 2] You call us ghosts, you call us myths, A nightmare lost to time and war But every scar your world now bears Was written by our hand before You scavenged crowns from broken kings, Built homes in ruins not your own We watched, we waited, counting sins— Now reap the debts your kind has sown [Pre-Chorus 2] You had your chance, you failed the test, A thousand tribes, no guiding hand The old flag falls on your decay— We bring the order you couldn’t stand [Chorus 2] Hear the drums beneath your feet, Marching out from steel and bone This land rejects your twisted blood— The future’s sealed, the code is known No plea, no prayer, no last appeal, Your time was borrowed, not your right America is ours to save— Even if we kill the light [Verse 3] From oil-black seas to glowing plains, Your kind infests what once was pure Mutants crowned as kings of ash, Calling decay a cure You mock the past, yet beg its bones For weapons, power, shattered lore We are the past that still survives— And we are done watching you crawl [Pre-Chorus 3] Your breath itself defies the plan, Your existence breaks the law We don’t hate you for what you’ve done— We erase you for what you are [Chorus 3] Cleanse the streets, ignite the sky, Let freedom scream behind the flame There’s no redemption left to grant— Only extinction wears our name You were never meant to last, A glitch the system must delete America will be reborn— Standing on your scorched defeat [Verse 4] You’ll curse our name in final breath, Call us tyrants, call us wrong But history is written by The ones who still endure this long When the last unclean voice goes silent, And the ash begins to fall We’ll raise the eagle from the grave— The final and the rightful call [Pre-Chorus 4] No more mercy, no debate, No blurred lines of compromise The world you made has failed the oath— Now watch the old world rise [Chorus 4] Lockstep hearts and iron wills, Marching toward a purged tomorrow This land will shine without your stain— No guilt, no grief, no sorrow Let the wasteland hear the truth, Etched in plasma, sealed in blood America is ours again— Washed clean in fire and mud [Outro] The vaults stand open, the order stands, No more waiting, no more doubt From ash and bone, from steel and command— The Enclave has returned… And we are burning it out.