Senators of Steel

(ahhhh) We bear the two-headed bear on our chest

Marching out to the Mojave waste

They hide in their bunkers of steel and pride

But we are the line where the worlds collide

From the oil rig ruins to the eastern gate

We stand as the shield 'against the hand of fate

Enclave ghosts in their high-tech tombs

Legion fires in the valley

of dooms

Brotherhood knights in their iron shell

But the Republic will hold this hell!

No Caesar will wear our golden crown

No power armor will tear us down

Just citizens holding a broken line

Carving out hope in the end of time

Underneath the flag of the old world dream

We are more than a dying regime (ohhh)

Republic,

stand tall