(Verse 1) Born too late for war’s cruel tide, But built to turn the ocean wide. In 9v9 she finds her place, A titan in the battle’s race. (Pre-Chorus) Nine guns speak with thunder’s voice, She zones the field, she shapes the choice. (Chorus) Montana, anchor bold and true, She holds the line for all the crew. Broadside fury, armor deep, She wakes the sea from silent sleep. (Verse 2) Flanked by cruisers, DDs near, She guards the push, she kills the fear. Her salvo calls the enemy’s bluff, One hit’s enough to make it rough. (Bridge) A fortress floating, proud and vast, She’s last to fall, she fires last. Her team advances, shielded tight, Behind her wall of iron might. (Final Battle Verse) Surrounded, scarred, yet undeterred, Her final shot, the last word heard. She fades beneath the smoke and flame, But leaves behind a mighty name. (Chorus) Montana, anchor bold and true, She holds the line for all the crew. Broadside fury, armor deep, She wakes the sea from silent sleep. (Outro) No keel was laid, no wake was drawn, Yet in our fleet, she battles on. USS Montana, bold and free— A legend in our strategy.
