[AI MUSIC] "Warmonger" | A Tribute to the "BattleMaster" from BattleTech

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The Topps Company owns BattleTech. I just make rockin' tunes based on the IP :)

=LYRICS=

[Verse 1]
In the shadows of the stars, where legends are born,
The BattleMaster rises, in armor adorned.
Forged in the fires of war's cruel embrace,
A titan on the field, it’s an honor to face.

[Verse 2]
From Corey’s fading factories, to war-torn skies,
Pilots tell the tales, of its thunderous cries.
With every fireball soaring, with each iron will,
The BattleMaster echoes, with a power to kill.

[Chorus]
Oh, BattleMaster's roar, hear the engines scream,
A symbol of might, in the war machine dream.
With fire and steel, it commands the fight,
In the heart of the battle, shines a beacon of light.

[Verse 3]
In the hands of the brave, it carved through the night,
From the ashes of conflict, it stood ready to fight.
The Great Houses quivered, at the sight of its grace,
For the cost of construction, only few could embrace.

[Verse 4]
Through the chaos and sorrow, through the fires of war,
Many clung to that hope with the power to soar.
As the wheels of betrayal spun tales of despair,
The BattleMaster thundered, in the stale, smoky air.

[Chorus]
From the rise of the Clans, to the loss and despair,
Through the grip of each pilot, a bond strong and rare.
When the shadows fell heavy, and the night seemed so long,
The BattleMaster answered, with a fierce battle song.

[Verse 5]
Now new variants rise, through the dust and the scars,
As the echo of legacies dance with the stars.
With a Donal PPC ready to strike,
Its thunder echoes through the night.

[Verse 6]
Six medium lasers, a blazing array,
A storm of power in the fray.
Four to the front, they blaze and burn,
Two to the rear, as foes learn.

[Verse 7]
A Holly SRM-6 packs a deadly punch,
As enemies quake, it readies to lunch.
Two Browning guns, in its left arm they lay,
Deteriorate the infantry’s deadly play.

[Outro]
Raise your arms to the sky,
For the BattleMaster, we’ll ride or die.
With armor strong and fury untamed,
In the heart of the fight, it’s feared and named.