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An AI song about Maryland from Azur Lane. #videogame #azurlane #maryland #azurlanemaryland #marylandazurlane Check out more Azur Lane songs here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFSnBKRMmSvk1m5lekLxggRkii63d6MX9&si=JwEqWspyJoD8cnWl Check out more anime songs here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFSnBKRMmSvnfSHoj4WnPOrDxhVeGyn_7&si=uWL24nO563AZWQoD Check out more video game songs here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFSnBKRMmSvksZhD8vfR0iKmj2LrV1Gvr&si=bFbvVtpIEzDKt_3M Lyrics: Got no time for fancy words, I let my cannons do the verbs. Straight to the point, no masquerade, Built for battle, not for parades. Call me rough, say I'm too loud, I'll wear it like a badge so proud. 'Cause when the fire lights the sky, You'll want me standing by your side. My hands are calloused, my voice is worn, But I’ve been steady since the day I was born. West Virginia, Colorado too, We’re steel and soul through and through. I crack a joke, I break the ice, But don’t mistake my smile for nice. When duty calls, when storms are near, I bring the thunder without fear. I’m grit and gunpowder, iron and flame, Roaring proud, you’ll know my name. I fight, I fall, I rise again, One of the last to break or bend. No polished crown, no velvet throne— I’m the fire that stands alone. Some play politics, some play kings, I play the truth that battle brings. No second-guess, no looking back, Just forward march and first to crack. I’ll raise a glass when wars are done, But 'til that day, I’ll man the guns. Not for the medals or the fame— But to honor those who call my name. I’m grit and gunpowder, iron and flame, Roaring proud, you’ll know my name. I fight, I fall, I rise again, One of the last to break or bend. No polished crown, no velvet throne— I’m the fire that stands alone. Scars and laughs, they both stay near, Proof I lived, proof I steered. Through fire, waves, and darkest nights, I blaze my path by cannon’s light. So here I stand, here I roar, Maryland’s spirit forever more. No fancy songs, no quiet prayer— Just the sound of a fight well-fared.