The Builders of the Bulwark - Foxhole Warden Song

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Lyrics:

"The Builders of the Bulwark"

Verse 1
Raise your hammers, sons of See-vah, lift them high into the frost,
For the front depends upon us when all other hope seems lost.
Through the dawn-lit smoke of foundries, down the timbered winter roads,
We bear Loughcasters and Aaltos in our well-worn heavy loads.
We are Wardens of the workshop, we are keepers of the flame,
And the weapons born of labor carry forth the Callahan name.

Chorus
We’re the builders of the Bulwark, though its stones lie cracked and worn,
We forge courage into iron every quiet northern morn.
Let the frontline know we’re with them as their banners rise and fall—
For the soldiers bear the battle, but we built the tools they call.

Verse 2
From the Fiddler’s chattering bite to the Freeman’s rumbling might,
From the Foebreaker’s tempered edge to the Wolfhound’s roaring fight—
Every weapon has our heartbeat, every crate our sweat and fire,
Every brigand and Devitt rolls because of our desire.
We’re the sinew of the homeland, we’re the echo of the past,
We keep hope alive with metal that was always meant to last.

Chorus
We’re the builders of the Bulwark, though its stones lie cracked and worn,
We forge courage into iron every quiet northern morn.
Let the frontline know we’re with them as their banners rise and fall—
For the soldiers bear the battle, but we built the tools they call.
Bridge
Sunhaven may be fallen, but its spirit lives in steel—
Every Loughcaster and Aalto carries oath and See-vish zeal.

Final Chorus
We’re the builders of the Bulwark and its memory shall remain,
In the weapons of our making and the lives that they sustain.
Stand tall, proud sons and daughters, let the snowy trumpets call—
For the frontline may be fighting, but we hold them through it all.