In the Rocket's Red Glare

The world's gone crazy, spinning out of control. The war machine

is humming, devouring every soul. Friends turned to shadows, cracks in the

trust we swore. Enemies rise like vultures, knocking at our door.

The void is growing wider, a chasm in the night. We stumble through

the darkness, searching for the light. If we're gonna make it,

gotta stand and face the storm. No time for hesitation, the hour is

growing warm. In the rocket's red glare, we'll find our way.

Through the fire and fury, we won't fade away. The battle is