
Kenneth hold the line
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- anthemic
- male vocalist
- 2020s
- epic
- triumphant
- war
- heavy metal
- power metal
About
A tribute to my dad
Lyrics
Verse 1
Out where the thorn trees cut the sky
Red dust hangs where the trucks roll by
Kennith walked with the patrol at dawn
M A G heavy webbing on
Through the heat and the dry-season air
He knew every man beside him there
No grand speeches no parade
Just boots in the dust and a weapon well-made
Pre-Chorus
When the bush went quiet and the birds took flight
Every man knew something wasn't right
Chorus
Kennith hold that line
Keep that gun running keep it firing fine
Belt-fed thunder through the smoke and flame
Every man in the section knew his name
Through the dust through the burning sun
Kennith stood behind the M A G gun
When the rounds came close and the world turned red
He kept that weapon talking overhead
Verse 2
The radio cracked with a broken call
Contact front and they hit the ground all
Branches snapped and the bush came alive
Every man fighting just to survive
Kennith dropped behind an old termite mound
Bipod planted firm in the ground
Pulled the belt straight checked the feed
Then sent his fire where the section would need
Pre-Chorus
Short controlled bursts through the drifting haze
Covering his brothers through the burning days
Chorus
Kennith hold that line
Keep that gun running keep it firing fine
Belt-fed thunder through the smoke and flame
Every man in the section knew his name
Through the dust through the burning sun
Kennith stood behind the M A G gun
When the rounds came close and the world turned red
He kept that weapon talking overhead
Verse 3
He wasn't looking for medals or fame
Never cared if the papers knew his name
Just counted the belts and watched his mates
Moving through the bush past the old farm gates
At night by a fire burned low and small
They laughed like tomorrow would come for them all
Kennith cleaned every spring and pin
Knowing at sunrise they'd move again
Bridge
And years may turn those tracks to sand
Rain may wash the footprints from the land
But somewhere in an old soldier's mind
That steady M A G still fires behind
A voice still calls move I've got you covered
One more burst for another brother
No legend carved in marble stone
Just a soldier making sure his mates got home
Final Chorus
Kennith hold that line
Keep that M A G running one more time
Belt-fed thunder beneath the African sky
Dust on his face and fire in his eyes
Through the bush through the setting sun
Kennith carried that M A G gun
And when old soldiers remember the men they knew
They'll remember the gunner who saw them through
Outro
Red dust settles when the fighting is done
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