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Debt to sea

A sequel to “Six in the Grey” This track continues the story that began in Six in the Grey. The first mission went in blind. Recon failed. Six Avengers disappeared into the storm. One came back—with the picture. This is what followed. Paid in Men tells the story of the retaliation strike: Hellcat CAP tearing open the sky, Avengers running torpedoes straight into flak and fire, and a fleet engagement decided at wave-top height. It’s not a victory song. It’s a ledger—steel for steel, lives for hulls. Heavy losses. Broken formations. Ships burning. The mission succeeded. The cost did not matter. Lyrics 【COLD OPEN — RADIO DRAMA】 “Strike Leader to Tower… request full deck cycle.” “Tower copies. Red lights. All hands clear.” “Hellcat CAP—spin up.” “Avenger group—arm and lock.” “…We’re not going back for answers.” “…We’re going back for blood.” 【VERSE I】 Red deck glow and the rain comes hard, Boots on steel like a graveyard yard. Ordnance crews with their hands like stone, Bolting death to a wing-bone throne. Hellcats snarling, blue-white flame, Avengers heavy with a ship’s last name. Torpedoes slung like a vow below— “Find the hulls where the black seas go.” 【PRE-CHORUS I】 “Hellcat One—check guns, check lead.” “Avenger Two—fish armed, nose-red.” “Strike is green. Wind is wrong.” “Launch anyway. Launch anyway.” 【CHORUS】 Send the cats to cut the sky, Send the Avengers low to die. Bombs in the belly, fish on the rack— No prayer left, so we bring it back. Black torpedo litany— Steel to water, debt to sea. Heavy flak, heavy loss, but the fleet won’t sway… We paid in men—and we took the day. 【VERSE II】 Cloud wall splits like a shredded flag, Flak blooms black in a thunder snag. Hellcats dive through the burst and scream, Tracers stitch up the storm-torn seam. “Bandits high—twelve o’clock—two!” “Break left—break left—watch your six—” One cat vanishes mid-call sign, Like the sky just stole a line. 【PRE-CHORUS II】 “CAP is engaged—repeat engaged!” “Avengers hold—don’t get baited!” “Stay low. Stay cold. Ride the wave—” “Copy that… God help the brave.” 【CHORUS】 Send the cats to cut the sky, Send the Avengers low to die. Bombs in the belly, fish on the rack— No prayer left, so we bring it back. Black torpedo litany— Steel to water, debt to sea. Heavy flak, heavy loss, but the fleet won’t sway… We paid in men—and we took the day. 【BRIDGE — “RUN IN”】 Sea turns black under muzzle flash, Wake-lines slicing through shrapnel ash. Avengers down where the guns can taste, Twenty seconds feels like a lifetime’s waste. “Steady… steady… hold your line—” “Flak’s walking—Jesus—keep it tight—” A wing comes off like a torn coat sleeve, Three souls gone and the sea won’t grieve. “Fish away—FISH AWAY—” One torpedo wakes the deep to pray. Then the world goes white with a brutal bloom— A ship begins to split its tomb. 【BREAKDOWN — FLEET CHATTER】 “Strike Leader to all birds—status!” “Hellcat Four—guns jammed—still in!” “Avenger One—taking hits—holding!” “Avenger Three—engine fire—continuing run!” “Don’t pull off! Don’t pull off—” “—We finish. We finish.” 【VERSE III】 Bombs drop clean through a hole in hell, Deck armor cracks like a cracked church bell. Fuel and fire and a leaning mast, Black smoke rising—thick and vast. Hellcats bleeding overhead, Still carving room for the ones half-dead. Avengers dragging shattered wings, Still flying like they owe the sea a thing. 【PRE-CHORUS III】 “Strike Leader—target burning—repeat burning—” “Second ship turning—trying to run—” “Mark her wake. Mark her wake.” “Avengers… make her break.” 【FINAL CHORUS】 Send the cats to cut the sky, Send the Avengers low to die. Bombs in the belly, fish on the rack— No prayer left, so we bring it back. Black torpedo litany— Steel to water, debt to sea. Heavy flak, heavy loss, but the fleet won’t sway… Eighteen went out… and the storm got paid— But the ships went down… And we lived to say. 【OUTRO — QUIET AFTER】 “Tower… this is Strike Leader…” “…Request green deck.” “…We’re coming in light.” (beat) “…We’re coming in less.” Engines fade. Rain still falls. Empty hooks on hangar walls. Victory tastes like oil and ash— And the sea keeps what it snatched