[Verse 1] The banners are raised in the pale morning light, The Howell and Howey prepare for the fight. The ledger is packed with the gear and the grain, To cross over mountains and deep, churning main. A Howell at the desk, counting supplies, With the weight of the kingdom reflected in eyes. A Howey in the yard, choosing the steed, With the stamina required for a desperate need. We move toward the East, with a cross on the vest, Putting our structure and spirit to test. [Chorus] Across the horizon, the banners unfurl, The reach of the family spans out through the world. With law as the compass and horse as the pace, We carry our burden with singular grace. Through sand and through stone, we continue to write, The story of honor, the story of might. The iron and acre, the ink and the rein, We carve out our legacy, spite of the pain. [Verse 2] The Howell is mapping the route to the walls, While the Howey rides forward to answer the calls. The logistics of empire, the cost of the blade, Are items in records that we have displayed. The horse is the lifeline, the scribe is the mind, Leaving the comfort of home far behind. We trade in the knowledge, we trade in the gold, The greatest adventure that ever was told. The desert is burning, the journey is long, But we keep our purpose in memory strong. [Chorus] Across the horizon, the banners unfurl, The reach of the family spans out through the world. With law as the compass and horse as the pace, We carry our burden with singular grace. Through sand and through stone, we continue to write, The story of honor, the story of might. The iron and the acre, the ink and the rein, We carve out our legacy, spite of the pain. [Bridge] The castles rise up from the barren, dry sand, A foreign structure in a hostile land. The Howell manages the flow of the trade, The Howey defends with the steel of the blade. We are the bridge between East and the West, A union of talent that’s stood every test. The records are kept in a tent made of hide, With the pride of our history always inside. Though far from the valleys and meadows of home, We build our own kingdom wherever we roam. [Verse 3] The stars are our guides in the velvet of night, As we sit by the glow of a flickering light. The Howell adds entries, the Howey stands guard, The life of the soldier is noble and hard. We are the link in a chain that is vast, Learning the lessons that come from the past. The seventh song echoes in heat of the day, As we finish the work that we’re meant to display. The ledger is full, and the horses are fed, We march to the future by destiny led. [Chorus] Across the horizon, the banners unfurl, The reach of the family spans out through the world. With law as the compass and horse as the pace, We carry our burden with singular grace. Through sand and through stone, we continue to write, The story of honor, the story of might. The iron and the acre, the ink and the rein, We carve out our legacy, spite of the pain. [Outro] The chant fades to silence, the trumpet is low, The embers are dying in the desert’s soft glow. The journey is long, and the duty is deep, With the Howell and Howey promises to keep. The seventh song ends as the caravan turns, Where the spirit of lineage eternally burns.
