Скачать или смотреть [AI MUSIC] "This Is My Rifle" | A Tribute to the "Rifleman" from BattleTech

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=LYRICS=

Verse 1:
Born from fire in ancient days,
A sentinel of the skies ablaze,
With autocannons and lasers keen,
It watches over fields of green.

Through battles fierce and endless wars,
It holds the line, endures the scars,
An iron giant made to last,
Yet haunted by its troubled past.

Chorus 1:
Raise the Rifleman high, guardian of the sky,
Though it stumbles, though it burns, it will never die.
From the Hegemony to the States of Succession,
This old war machine fights on without concession.

Verse 2:
Kallon’s pride, the mighty 3N,
Improved to fight and win again.
With heat sinks added, armor worn,
It pressed on through the firestorm.

In Davion’s hands, it took the field,
Its flaws revealed, yet it never kneeled.
A steadfast guardian, strained and worn,
An ancient legend, battle-borne.

Chorus 2:
So lift the Rifleman up, scarred and worn with pride,
Its weapons blazing, standing by its side.
Through the ages, it holds fast, from Succession to Clan,
A relic of the past, yet it makes its stand.

Verse 3:
The Clan Invasion came with force,
New variants launched without remorse,
With long-range fire, it cleared the way,
Still overheating, day by day.

They aimed to cast it off the line,
Yet once more, it stood the test of time.
For on Talon’s moon, the 8D rose,
In desperate times, the Rifleman chose.

Chorus 3:
To fight again in the shadow of the war,
Its cannons blazing, demanding more.
Revived and reborn, it returns to the fray,
The Rifleman endures, come what may.

Verse 4:
Through civil wars and Jihad’s tide,
It fires on, won’t be denied.
The skies may turn, the foes may come,
But the Rifleman still hums and hums.

Though the armor’s thin and the heat runs high,
Its spirit’s strong, reaching to the sky.
A fire-support, anti-air soul,
Forever filling its destined role.

Chorus 4:
For the Rifleman stands, as legends fade,
In battle’s grasp, in cannonade.
Through ages worn and fields of dust,
The Rifleman holds, in iron trust.