[Verse 1] Past the ticking of deadlines, we’re still lighting the flame, On Choohe’s wounded fields, we press on just the same. Cold metal fists of “socialist toasters” grip the land, Yet Helldivers charge forward, rifles firm in hand. No turning back, we wage war where fate’s been denied, For the promise of Liberty, we stand side by side. [Chorus] We reclaim what is ours, salt-rich worlds in our sight, Push beyond the boundaries, igniting the fight. With each planet retaken, our purpose rings clear, MD-8 Gas Mines await, just beyond this frontier. In the face of steel and sparks, we will never yield, Helldivers united, forging strength in this field. [Verse 2] Colonial voices vanish, leaving questions untold, Factories churn out enemies, their secrets unfold. In grim silence we delve, searching truth in the dark, All while defending these lands with a holy spark. From salted dunes to ravaged shores, we advance as one, Grinding metal and wrath beneath a sovereign sun. [Verse 3] Time’s a scarce commodity, but still we endure, The MD-8’s promise shines bright and pure. Lock and load within Super Destroyers above, We wrest hope from despair, guided by brotherly love. Each shot fired, each step forward, a truth we affirm, Freedom’s ember glows brighter with every determined turn. [Bridge] In this chaos of embers and mechanical cries, We find warmth in each other before metal replies. Shifting tactics, forging bonds, our purpose refined, Through bristling storms of shrapnel, we keep hearts aligned. [Final Chorus] We reclaim what is ours, salt-rich worlds in our sight, Push beyond the boundaries, igniting the fight. With each victory garnered, our courage runs deep, MD-8 Gas Mines soon ours to earn and to keep. In the blazing heart of conflict, our fate is sealed, Helldivers forever, from no fight we’ll yield. [Outro] As Choohe’s horizon gleams beneath a liberated sky, We stand tall against metal foes that dare to defy. No order undone, no promise left to rot, In the name of Liberty, we give all we’ve got.
