[Verse 1 - James Hetfield-esque growl/shout] Distant thunder, skies ignite Engines cough in fading light Steel and rubber, born of strife Roaring, claiming every life! Call its name, the ground will shake For humanity's damn sake! Four-wheeled demon, green and mean On this battlefield, obscene! [Pre-Chorus - Tempo slightly builds, more melodic intensity] Tires grip the blood-soaked land Gunner ready, steady hand! Covenant scream, a futile cry Beneath the metal, they will die! YEAH! [Chorus - Anthemic, powerful, slightly faster tempo] WARTHOG! Through the fire and the flak! WARTHOG! No turning back! Chain gun sings its brutal song Where we ride, we right the wrong! WARTHOG! Hear the battle call! OH YEAH! [Verse 2 - Riff changes slightly, still heavy and driving] Through the canyons, dust and dread Plowing over piles of dead Gauss cannon booms, or rockets fly Watch the alien bastards fry! Master Chief at the controls Taking back their stolen souls! Plasma burns, but we push through For the many, for the few! [Pre-Chorus - Building again] Needler shards, a purple haze Lost within this deadly maze! But the engine screams defiance loud Breaking through the alien crowd! COME ON! [Chorus - Even more intense, gang vocals on "WARTHOG!"] WARTHOG! Through the fire and the flak! WARTHOG! No turning back! Chain gun sings its brutal song Where we ride, we right the wrong! WARTHOG! Hear the battle call! [Bridge - Tempo slows to a heavy, crushing groove, think "The Thing That Should Not Be." Double bass drumming prominent.] Suspension screams, a tortured groan Far from safety, far from home Every impact, jarring bone We fight on, and fight ALONE! This iron beast, our only shield On this godforsaken field! Feel the power, feel the dread Piling up the alien dead! [Guitar Solo - Kirk Hammett style: Starts with a fast, melodic phrase, then into frenetic wah-pedal shredding, dive bombs, tapped runs, all over the heavy bridge riff. Drums become more complex and fill-heavy, then transition back to a thrash beat as the solo builds to a screaming climax.] [Verse 3 - Tempo picks up again to thrash speed, vocals more desperate] Flood approaches, twisted forms We face the apocalyptic storms! Turret spins, a deadly grace Erase them from this sacred place! No surrender, no retreat Taste the bitter, cold DEFEAT! (for the enemy) [Pre-Chorus - Short, sharp, aggressive] Engine howls its final plea CHARGE INTO ETERNITY! [Chorus - Maximum intensity, Hetfield almost screaming] WARTHOG! Through the fire and the flak! WARTHOG! NO TURNING BACK! Chain gun screams its victory song Where we ride, the chaos strong! WARTHOG! ANSWER THE BATTLE CALL! WARTHOG! WARTHOG! 'Til the end!
