Two Banners, One Goal

Commonwealth calling - any friend on the line? Capital copies. Hold fast. We arrive. A red light is burning on Radio Freedom, A farm by the highway is calling for aid. We don't ask for payment, allegiance, or name - We shoulder our muskets and walk into flame. From the Castle's old stone to the far county road, We raise every beacon and carry the load. We crossed for the relics the old world concealed, But Lyons made armor a shelter and shield. Our scribes wake the turbines, our knights clear the way, Clean water rolls out at the break of the day. We guard what can heal; we destroy what consumes - Steel serves the living, not dust in sealed rooms. At the county line, two columns stood: Steel beside farmers, and both understood - Keep every banner, keep every command, But draw one line in the poisoned sand. TWO BANNERS, ONE GOAL! Steel on the road, muskets on the wall! One signal rising - we answer the call! TWO BANNERS, ONE GOAL! Carry the water, rebuild every home! Different old oaths, but no one stands alone! TWO BANNERS - ONE GOAL! We know every rooftop, each family and field. We bring heavy armor - the hammer and shield. The farms choose their future; their harvest stays theirs. We came as protectors, not rulers or heirs. Garvey marks trouble; the message runs clear. Prime's iron footsteps say help has drawn near. We don't need one creed, and we don't need one throne; We need open roads and a light in each home. The old world died grasping for total control - We rise from its ashes: two banners, one goal. TWO BANNERS, ONE GOAL! Steel on the road, muskets on the wall! From Citadel lights to the Castle's call! TWO BANNERS, ONE GOAL! Carry the water, rebuild every home! Different old oaths, but no one stands alone! TWO BANNERS - ONE GOAL! From Capital ruins to Commonwealth roads: Two banners. One future. One goal.