Sam's Saber

[Intro] Two green blades rise when the dark comes near Sam grips the hilts and the path is clear [Verse 1] Scarred-up boots on a metal floor Alarm bells ringing by the hangar door Two majestic sabers, emerald bright They’ve served him well through the longest night [Pre-Chorus] Clankers roll in, rattling steel Big plans, small brains, no sense of the field They point at Sam and shout with cheer: “Roger roger!”—then disappear [Chorus] Raise those green sabers, Sam, let them shine Cut through the trouble one spark at a time Two in your hands and courage in your stride The clankers are dumb, but they never run and hide Raise those green sabers, steady and true Every old battle still follows you When the cold machines start their noisy parade Sam stands tall with the emerald blades [Verse 2] One tried to flank him, one tripped on a crate One read the battle map upside down too late They marched in a circle, proud as can be Then asked whose bright swords they were trying to see [Pre-Chorus] Steel feet stumble, helmets spin Sam takes one step and the fight is thin The clankers chant through smoke and fear: “Roger roger!”—loud and clear [Chorus] Raise those green sabers, Sam, let them shine Cut through the trouble one spark at a time Two in your hands and courage in your stride The clankers are dumb, but they never run and hide Raise those green sabers, steady and true Every old battle still follows you When the cold machines start their noisy parade Sam stands tall with the emerald blades [Bridge] Through a thousand clangs and a hundred alarms Those twin green flames stayed close in his arms Not for glory, not for gold They kept the line when the night turned cold [Breakdown] Clanker one: “Roger roger!” Clanker two: “Roger roger!” Sam: “You’ve said that twice.” Clankers: “Roger roger!” [Final Chorus] Raise those green sabers, Sam, let them shine Guard every friend on the far frontier line Two in your hands and a fire in your stride The clankers are dumb, but they never run and hide Raise those green sabers, battle-worn and bright They’ve served you well in the thick of the fight When the cold machines start their noisy parade Sam stands tall with the emerald blades [Outro] Two green lights fade as the engines roar Sam keeps watch by the hangar door A distant metal voice rings through the air: “Roger roger!”—Sam just stares