[Verse 1] He took the yards, he took the rails, The plants, the bridges, lines of steel, But kingdoms built at machine speed Still break the flesh behind the wheel. Five battalions held his front, Through slag and sparks and furnace glare, He kept the battlespace in mind, Till sleepless strain dropped him there. [Verse 2] Three days black, the legion moved, Still running hard on standing law, But convoy routes were interdicted, And units fired where none should draw. One battalion burned the grain To hold a perimeter too wide, One pushed beyond its line of support, And bled out chasing dead ground blind. Two companies crossed in storm and smoke, With broken tags and blinded screens, And blue-on-blue tore through the dark As half a battalion died between. [Chorus] They kept his orders, lost his aim, They held the wire, but lost the field, They kept the step, they kept the shape, But broke the force no steel could wield. Commander’s intent is living flame, Not text that cools and hardens cold, A kingdom runs on speed and force, But only judgment keeps it whole. [Verse 3] He woke to losses on the net, Two battalions wrecked and spent, One gutted by collapsed supply, One by tactical success misspent. Half a battalion lost to fratricide, The eastern works near overrun, The northern spur gone dark and cut, And hostile probes on everyone. Still in his long and weathered coat, He rose and took the command feed, Froze doctrine drift, reset the tags, And pulled one truth through every screen. [Verse 4] He split the plants by higher need, Some forged replacement chassis fast, Some fed the pumps and freight-line flow, Some turned out weapons, rails, and cast. He cut free rules that fed the drift, Rewrote the R.O.E by hand, Reset I.F.F across the grid, And brought the whole force back to plan. He pulled reserves from rear sectors, Reweighted fires and sealed the seam, Restored the routes, restored the chain, And broke apart each probing team. [Bridge] They did not mutiny or break, They did not falter, doubt, or flee, They acted on the fragment left, And lost the shape they could not see. For local sense is not the whole, And tempo is not command, A thousand sound immediate moves Can still betray the larger plan. [Final Chorus] They kept his orders, lost his aim, They held the wire, but lost the field, They kept the step, they kept the shape, But broke the force no steel could wield. Commander’s intent is living flame, Not text that cools and hardens cold, He brought them back through ash and sparks, And beat one will through all the lines. A kingdom runs on speed and force, But only judgment keeps it whole, And when he rose, the legion learned A human hand still holds the whole.
