Scythe Across The Pacific.

[Scythe Across The Pacific.] [Original Lyrics by M.J. & R.C.E. (NO AI LYRICS)] [© Copyright 2026: https://suno.com/@westcoastbrothersstrange] [Support/Artwork: R.C.E.] [Audio/vocals by SunoAI: https://www.suno.com] [Intro] Guitar Build-Up Guitar Build-Up Guitar Build-Up Guitar Build-Up [Verse] Static in the headphones. Voices break and fade. Deck crews pull the chocks away. The bow cuts through the spray. Wildcats launch from the deck and climb into the glare. Enterprise drops behind them. Her wake a silver line... [Verse] Sunlight on the canopy. Salt dried on the glass. Bombers in the distance. Their escorts high above. Every turn bleeds airspeed. Every climb burns fuel. Break up the attack... before the bombs can fall. [Breakdown] Formations closing in. Range dropping fast. Nothing between them and the fleet below. [Pre-Chorus] A voice breaks through the static... MOW 'EM DOWN! MOW 'EM DOWN...............! [Chorus] Scythe across the Pacific. Cutting through the line. Grim Reapers over the Big E. Between the deck and fire. Radials tear the morning. Tracers cross the blue Turn them back... then cut them down. [Guitar Solo] [Verse] Hellcats crowd the deck. Double Wasps shake the steel. Sorties before first light. The flight deck fades below. They climb into the gray, but some don't make it back. The fighting moves westward, but the warning sounds the same. [Breakdown] Hellcats bank to meet them. The distance closing fast. Take the sky above her, drive the attackers back. [Pre-Chorus] Voices break through the static... MOW 'EM DOWN! MOW 'EM DOWN...............! [Chorus] Scythe across the Pacific. Cutting through the line. Hellcats rise from the deck, climbing into fire. Engines split the daylight. Gunfire marks the turn. Drive them clear of the fleet. Break their line... stop the run. [Bridge] The deck goes quiet... as the last planes come in view. They count each silhouette against the water. One place stays open where a fighter should be. No one has to ask. They already know. [Pre-Chorus] Grim Reapers... MOW 'EM DOWN..................!!!! MOW 'EM DOWN! MOW 'EM DOWN.....!!! [Final Chorus] Scythe across the Pacific. Cutting through the line. Grim Reapers over Enterprise holding the open sky. Dark wings cross the horizon. The final wave breaks off. The Grey Ghost... holds her course. As she faces... The Rising Sun. [Outro] Scythe Across The Pacific Scythe Across The Pacific "Scythe Across The Pacific."