In the dead of night, when the grid goes down,
The world is shrouded in a cloak of fear.
No lights, no signals, just a town
Where time stands still, and shadows leer.
We gather 'round the radio,
Ham radios, old and true,
Their crackling calls from afar,
A lifeline, bright and new.
Our bunker stands with walls of steel,
A fortress 'gainst the coming doom.
Inside, we stockpile food and fuel,
Our future rides on each gleaming gloom.
The sun still rises on the plain,
But now it's just a distant dream.
We fend with what we've got in hand,
A life that's stripped to the bone and seam.
The horses neigh in the cold night air,
Their hooves upon the frozen ground.
They're all we have to keep despair
At bay till the new dawn comes around.
The militia brothers, we stand as one,
Bound by trust, bound by ties unseen.
Our backs to the wall, we face the sun,
A brotherhood that's never been unchained.
When the EMP hits, we'll be prepared,
With guns and gear, and nerves of steel.
We'll ride out the storm and hold our ground,
A legacy that will be felt on this wild field.
In the silence of the night, we know,
The world will change, but we will hold.
With every breath, and every blow,
We'll stand as one, and be the bold.
._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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