[Male announcer, bold 1940s-style voice] “Ladies and gentlemen of the wasteland skies— You're tuned to SkyBand 99.3 FM, bringing you live and lethal from the Thunderbelch Run. The rules? There are none. The prize? Glory, grit, and gears. Next in the lineup—get ready for The Crimson Crows… and oh, they're Skybound & Hell-Bent!” [*feedback screech + sudden cut to drums & guitar riff explosion*] [Verse 1 – Lead Vocal, Male or Female Gritty Rock Voice] Gears grinding like a devil’s hymn, We lit the fuse and rode the wind. Patched-up wings and bullet seams, Cracked compass pointed to broken dreams. We fly drunk, loud, and half insane, With flask in hand and smoke for veins— No name nobility, sky-born filth, Coated in rust, drenched in guilt. [Chorus – Shouted & Sung, Gang Vocals Join In] We’re skybound & hell-bent, tearing through flame! Crank the throttle, curse the name! Steam-slick devils with fire in our veins— Race or die, there’s no refrain! Wings patched in brass, teeth bared wide— We fly like ghosts and laugh when we dive! We’re skybound & hell-bent—this is the ride! Now burn the map and kiss the sky! [Verse 2 – Second Vocalist or Same, Faster Delivery] Came from junkyards, smokehouse nights, Built our skiff from bar fights and bites. Engines stitched from stolen dreams, Marked our path with oil streams. No noble crew, no polished fleet, Just mutineers with iron feet. Sky tattooed in soot and flame, Each one cursed with a different name. [Bridge – Spoken Over Low Brass & Drum Build] [Pilot’s voice, through crackling radio] “This is the Crows Nest. We’ve got a tail, two clicks high—Kraal Raiders. Cut left hard. Smoke bomb the bastards. We’re not here to finish clean… We’re here to finish loud.” [*blast of horns, guitar ripples into next chorus*] [Chorus – Louder, More Aggressive] We’re skybound & hell-bent, wired to the core! We scream like thunder and beg for more! Goggles down, and morals lost— What’s life worth if you fear the cost? Ride the wind where the brave don’t go— Through lightning veins and undertow! Skybound & hell-bent, no turning round— We die aloft or crash the crown! [Instrumental Break – Guitar Solo + Brass Duel] [*Electric guitar spirals upward, brass horns parry in call-and-response, ending with rising steam hiss + high note like a divebomb*] [Bridge 2 – Slow & Spoken, Building Back Up] [Low and intimate, pilot voice again] “We were never meant for land. Not for chains. Not for silence. We’re stitched with stormclouds, born to bite lightning… and bleed sky.” [Final Chorus – Full-on Mayhem] We’re skybound & hell-bent, pirates in flame! Spit in fate’s eye and scream her name! Engines howl like cursed wolves flyin’— We ain’t dead yet, we’re just defyin’! Guts, gears, glory and rust— We grind the heavens into dust! Skybound & hell-bent, this is our cry— Fly fast. Fly fierce. Or never fly! [Outro – Radio Static + Slow Brass Fade] [Same Announcer, fading out] “...and there they go. No medals. No rules. Just the sky and the fire... and one hell of a ride.” [*static crackle... propeller fades… then silence*]
