Verse 1 Ash falls slow beneath gray skies, The Forerunner burns where she lies. Steel like mountains split apart, A broken hull... but beating hearts. Static cuts the morning air, Broken voices everywhere. Calling names through dust and flame, Praying someone still remains. Smoke rolls high for miles around, Pieces scattered on the ground. But through the fire one order flies— "All Spartans... rally up!" Pre-Chorus One by one... They answer back. Through the static... Through the black. Chorus FROM THE WRECKAGE... WE WILL RISE! Build tomorrow from shattered skies! Home was never steel alone... Home is everyone Who made it home! Raise the walls! Light the fire! Hope is stronger Than the pyre! From the ashes... We survive... Verse 2 Columns marching through the dust, Armor blackened, covered in rust. Some still carry wounded friends, Some don't speak of where they've been. Dropships scar the broken ground, Engineers spread all around. Turning wreckage into walls, Making shelter from it all. Corpsmen raising triage tents, Counting every life that comes in. Children wrapped in borrowed coats, Watching giants build their hope. Generators roar to life, Lights push back the coming night. One more day... One more stand... One more chance To make it last. Pre-Chorus Every hand... Builds the line. Every soul... Buys more time. Chorus FROM THE WRECKAGE... WE WILL RISE! No surrender in our eyes! If tomorrow doesn't come... We'll protect This one! Steel and stone! Fire and rain! We'll build a fortress Through the pain! This broken world... Will hear our stand! Bridge Set the perimeter! Raise the towers! Sentries online! Watch the tree line! Engineering— Power restored! Medical— Field hospital ready! Civilian shelters— Accounted for! No one's sleeping... Not tonight. Breakdown Sandbags. Barricades. Dropship hulls become new walls. The armory opens from shattered crates. Pulse rifles issued. Sentry guns deployed. Support drones lifted into the air. A broken warship... Becomes a city. Guitar Solo Final Chorus FROM THE WRECKAGE... WE WILL RISE! Hope still burns behind our eyes! The Forerunner may be gone... But her spirit marches on! Raise the colors! Stand as one! Our fight isn't over... It's begun! From twisted steel... And battered stone... We'll make this world... A HOME! Outro The last flames fade from the Forerunner's hull. Floodlights ignite across the growing camp. Children laugh for the first time in days. A Marine drives a final support beam into the earth. Jason keys the command net. "Base Camp is secure." "Civilian shelters are operational." "Perimeter established." "To any Colonial Marine vessel receiving..." "This is Spartan Actual." "We are alive." "We'll hold until you find us." "No matter how long it takes."
