We walk behind the banners. Not seen β€” but always there. When light begins to falter, the M X S G is here. No cheer. No drums. No names in gold. We act while others wait. We strike without a sound. From ranks to distant systems, We move between the calls. Few speak our name β€” but all depend. Unseen. Unshaken. M X S G holds the line. No cheer. No drums. No names in gold. We act while others wait. We strike without a sound. From ranks to distant systems, We move between the calls. Few speak our name β€” but all depend. Unseen. Unshaken.