[Short Instrumental Intro | Martial pickup | Brief guitar signal figure | Immediate heavy riff] Rain has soaked the powder they carry as an enemy steamer passes close. They let its engine fade into the dark, then dry their rifles over hidden fires. At dawn thirty men run for Trinidad, four lines cutting through mud and thorns. Their first volley breaks with only five shots, but the charge has closed the distance. Bayonets carry them into the trench; Trinidad is theirs. [Chorus | Broad heavy voicings | Chest-led clean vocal | Brief instrumental signal figure] MOVE BEFORE THE WORD GETS THROUGH— before the next post knows they're coming. MOVE BEFORE THE WORD GETS THROUGH— take the opening while it lasts. Once the warning starts to travel, reach the next bend first. [Verse II | Tight driving riff] There is no rest behind Trinidad. By night their boats are bound for Greytown. Dawn finds four steamers at the bank, taken before the alarm can reach a gun. [Same tempo | Propulsive eighth-note bass | Continuous kick | Broader sustained guitars] Then engines hammer underfoot and the shoreline starts to fall away. Miles that cost them days through rain and mud fall behind in hours on captured decks. The same exhausted men keep going, carrying the next blow upriver. [Chorus | Same hook | Continuous propulsion] MOVE BEFORE THE WORD GETS THROUGH— before the next post knows they're coming. MOVE BEFORE THE WORD GETS THROUGH— take the opening while it lasts. Now the warning trails their engines. Reach the next bend first. [Bridge | Half-time feel | Same tempo | Dangerous low riff | Active bass] San Carlos rises over the channel, two heavy guns above the Ogden. Forty men disappear at La Garita. [Short guitar signal figure] A signal crosses; the fort replies, and its commander comes aboard. He is told five hundred wait in darkness, while Blanco knows the bank holds forty. Then the order comes in writing. [Final Chorus | Full power | Martial pulse and continuous propulsion | Strongest clean vocal] MOVE BEFORE THE WORD GETS THROUGH— now the order is in their hands. Six men follow Blanco ashore, climbing beneath the silent guns. The bluff has held long enough. They enter San Carlos. The fort is theirs. [End | Final unison hits | Abrupt stop]
