MERCY 018 – Banner Over Broken Rails | The Mercy

Thrash Metal, Southern Rock, High Energy, Heavy

(Verse 2)
The militia heirs brought rifles, and the town leagues brought their law,
While old-state claimants carried seals the living never saw.
The line could move the harvest and the medicine by night,
Or carry armed collectors who declared their tribute right.

(Chorus)
Does the banner guard the crossing, or command the road below?
Does it shelter those who labour, or decide where grain may go?
When the engines wake to thunder and the signal fires burn,
Will the line unite the scattered, or demand that all return?

(Verse 3)
At Flint Prairie, seedfolk watched the survey stakes advance,
While Greenhaven heard the promise in the hammers’ ringing chance.
Each village asked what price was set for riding on the line,
And whether living witness could still overrule the sign.

(Verse 4)
The bridges took their labour, and the sleepers took their dead,
While every route court copied every oath the leaders said.
A train could carry children, tools and grain through winter cold,
But iron under banners might become a chain of gold.

(Bridge)
A flag may mark a promise that the weak will not be sold,
Or hide a distant hunger in a story proudly told.
The rails remember service, but they also bear the scar,
Of every armed arrival from a power spread too far.

(Outro)
So banners cross the broken rails where scattered Houses stand,
And every flag must answer to the water and the hand.
For iron may bind people through a duty freely sworn,
Or make the road a border where another rule is born.

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(Verse 1) The Banner Years rose brightly over rail yards scarred by rain, Where flags above the workshops promised distant towns one chain. The bridges held old pathways, and the engines slept with age, While every painted emblem claimed the ruin as its stage. (Verse 2) The militia heirs brought rifles, and the town leagues brought their law, While old-state claimants carried seals the living never saw. The line could move the harvest and the medicine by night, Or carry armed collectors who declared their tribute right. (Chorus) Does the banner guard the crossing, or command the road below? Does it shelter those who labour, or decide where grain may go? When the engines wake to thunder and the signal fires burn, Will the line unite the scattered, or demand that all return? (Verse 3) At Flint Prairie, seedfolk watched the survey stakes advance, While Greenhaven heard the promise in the hammers’ ringing chance. Each village asked what price was set for riding on the line, And whether living witness could still overrule the sign. (Verse 4) The bridges took their labour, and the sleepers took their dead, While every route court copied every oath the leaders said. A train could carry children, tools and grain through winter cold, But iron under banners might become a chain of gold. (Chorus) Does the banner guard the crossing, or command the road below? Does it shelter those who labour, or decide where grain may go? When the engines wake to thunder and the signal fires burn, Will the line unite the scattered, or demand that all return? (Bridge) A flag may mark a promise that the weak will not be sold, Or hide a distant hunger in a story proudly told. The rails remember service, but they also bear the scar, Of every armed arrival from a power spread too far. (Outro) So banners cross the broken rails where scattered Houses stand, And every flag must answer to the water and the hand. For iron may bind people through a duty freely sworn, Or make the road a border where another rule is born.

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