[Intro – Spoken, filtered radio static] “Gray One to all Dragoons… Wolf Actual… down. Wolf Actual is down…” (crackling static) “Set Condition Feral.” (Guitar crashes in, drums slow and heavy – 6/8 rhythm in D minor) [Verse 1 – Shock and Betrayal] Smoke on the wind, fire in the rain, Ash in our lungs, and blood in the plain. They came with words, but brought their war— Turned Outreach into hell’s own floor. We built this place with steel and soul, A dream they shattered to seize control. No warning came, no line was drawn— Just fire from sky at the break of dawn. [Pre-Chorus – Grief Rising] They broke the pact, they struck our heart, And everything we were… was torn apart. [Chorus – The Call] ⚔️ Condition Feral! Burn it in! No retreat. No peace. No sin. Jaime’s gone, but we remain— Fists of vengeance, born in flame. Our home betrayed, our banner torn— But in this fire, new wrath is born. [Verse 2 – Mourning the Fallen] His voice still echoes in my mind— A father's strength, a leader’s spine. Jaime stood when all would flee, Taught us not just how to fight, but be. His mech fell first beneath the storm, But honor held through every form. Each Dragoon dead, we carry still— Their names our oaths, their ghosts our will. [Pre-Chorus – From Pain to Fire] We saw our schools, our streets, our kin— Turned to ash from bombs within. [Chorus – Vow of the Dragoons] ⚔️ Condition Feral! Strike and howl! No surrender. No white cowl. We rise from wreckage, armor cracked— With fire and rage, we strike back. You killed the Wolf, but not his creed— We are the pack. We are the need. [Bridge – The Fallen Wolf] We found him there, where heroes die— The Archer still, under blackened sky. Cockpit torn, his armor breached, At its feet, the crest laid, grief-reached. No grave dug deep could hold that flame— He fell a Wolf, and rose a name. [Instrumental Interlude – Ghosts of Outreach] (Haunting solo in minor key, echoing the howl of war machines and distant comms chatter) [Final Chorus – Cold Resolve] ⚔️ Condition Feral! Burn it true! Dragoons don't die — we push through. You took our home, you made us bleed— But woke a wrath you won’t unseed. We are the line. We are the flame. And now… we burn your name. [Outro – Spoken, low and cold] “Set Condition Feral.” “…Dragoons. To the last.”
