Lyrics: 
Verse 1

We roll at dawn on iron knees, through a wind that eats the sun

Sophie’s green is gone, her gardens burned, the rivers come undone

Sandstorms bite like broken glass, they steal the morning light

But we keep our eyes on the skyline, we keep our hands held tight.


Chorus

On our metal tramplers we ride — heat and grit and truth

Not with mercy or with glory, but with grit and proof

Shells sing high above our heads, steel hammers on the dune

We fled this place once, not again — we’ll bring Sophie home soon


Verse 2

The core’s a hungry engine, we feed it with our breath

The trampler crawls, a thunderfoot, through the mouth of death

80 mm the sky spits by, a prayer that whistles past

We scavenge every sleeping dune, find fuel to make her last


Chorus

On our metal tramplers we ride — heat and grit and truth

Not with mercy or with glory, but with grit and proof

Shells sing high above our heads, steel hammers on the dune

We fled this place once, not again — we’ll bring Sophie home soon


Bridge

Her ports lie like open wounds, salted by the storm

We’ll stake our names in rust and sand and raise her to the form

Of rivers carved with patient hands, of fields that learn to bloom

We’ll carry water in our palms and scatter life from gloom


Verse 3

The crew hums low, a ragged hymn, the trampler pulls ahead

The desert offers up its bones — we turn them into bread

No more running from the ghosts, no more folding up our maps

We’ll graft our sweat into her skin and stitch her broken gaps


Chorus (harder)

On our metal tramplers we ride — heat and grit and truth

Not with mercy or with glory, but with grit and proof

Shells sing high above our heads, steel hammers on the dune

We fled this place once, not again — we’ll bring Sophie home soon


Outro

Hear the diesel heartbeat, hear the promise in our drum

We’ll reclaim lost ports and plant the green till Sophie’s morning comes

Not for fame, not for angels — for the land that made us true

We ride, we fight, we mend the scars — tramplers, me and you.

Tramplers of Sophie

Made inspired by the game Sand

The original idea leading to the rest

Sands of Sophie

Lyrics:
Verse 1

Sun burned like a nickel on the edge of my hat,

Trampler's gears are groanin', that old engine's talkin' back.

I ride the skeleton of towns where children used to play,

Now the wind keeps keepin' secrets of the green that slipped away.

I remember birches shiverin', a creek that knew my name,

Now it's sand in my coffee and a sky without the rain.


Chorus

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth, for loot and life we stand.


Verse 2

Steel and leather, callused fingers, I trade memories for parts,

Salvage in the skeletons of cars and the city's broken hearts.

Once there was a forest whispered tales in every leaf,

Now the dunes write their stories where we count our quiet grief.

I hum an old, low country tune to keep the night at bay,

While the trampler hums a diesel hymn and drags the dawn of day.


Chorus

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth, for loot and life we stand.


Bridge

There’s a tin bell on the dash that rings when the wind goes cold,

It sounds like God's own warning or the story left untold.

Sometimes I swear I hear the rivers, like voices in the dirt,

But the trampler keeps on movin' past the places that we hurt.


Verse 3

I pull a shard of mirror from the wreck where a throat once sang,

See a boy with eyes of water, in a world that stopped its rain.

I make a bed of blankets, and I lay my past to rest,

Tell the trampler all my secrets in the rhythm of its chest.

If there's life left in this wilderness, we'll find it or we'll die,

But I'll ride these wheels of fortune 'til my shadow meets the sky.


Chorus (last)

My trampler crawls forever forth, across Sophie’s bones and sand,

It shakes the rust from ruined roofs, it holds my steady hand.

We're lookin' for a miracle in the hollows of this land,

My trampler crawls forever forth — one man, one machine, and stand.


Outro

So long as gears keep turnin' and my heart keeps beatin' slow,

I’ll haul the past behind me where the wild rivers used to go.

Where Rivers Once Ran

Lyrics:
I ride the trampler through the Sophie dust,

Hat pulled low and my hands all crusted rust.

Once there were rivers where the red sun sits,

Forests like cathedrals, leaves like choir hits.

Now the map is a memory, the cities just bones,

Wind sings through the skeletons, rattles in hollowed stones.


Chorus

Me and my trampler, we crawl forever more,

Across the burned out valleys and the ruined shore.

I’m the last of the scavengers, she’s the last of the wheel—

Bound by oil and promise, by sand and steel.


Verse 2

She trudges past doorways where the babies used to play,

Glass like fish scales glintin’ where the children used to stay.

I pull up the treasures that the hot winds hide,

Old canned songs of a world with a softer tide.

I hum a crooked hymn for the rivers that ran,

Her pistons answer steady like a prayer from a man.


Chorus

Me and my trampler, we crawl forever more,

Across the burned out valleys and the ruined shore.

I’m the last of the scavengers, she’s the last of the wheel—

Bound by oil and promise, by sand and steel.


Bridge

There’s nights when the stars look colder than a judge,

When memories come sneakin’ like a thief with no grudge.

I think of green hands and the cool water’s call,

But the desert keeps its secrets, and the desert keeps us small.

Still, her headlight’s a lantern when the moon goes wrong,

And her iron heart keeps beatin’ to the rhythm of my song.


Verse 3

We find a playground rusted, a swing that can’t swing free,

I set it for a moment, I set it for a memory.

Pickin’ through the wiring for a spark that’ll live,

She coughs and she purrs and she gives what she can give.

If ever my eyes close on a dune where the toppled lie,

Let her keep crawlin’ onward under Sophie’s sky.


Chorus

Me and my trampler, we crawl forever more,

Across the burned out valleys and the ruined shore.

I’m the last of the scavengers, she’s the last of the wheel—

Bound by oil and promise, by sand and steel.


Outro

So sing it low, brother, if you ever hear me tell:

Love ain’t always soft—sometimes it’s gears and shell.

We’ll keep the road between us till the stars run cold and real,

A man and his machine — forever sand and steel.

Sand and Steel

Sophie's Lament

Light of Hope

Lyrics:
(Lead) Come gather round, you sailors of the stars,

(Chorus) Heave ho, Sophie, tell us who you are.


Verse 1

We found a fire in the old century's bones,

a spark in the coal, a new light to call our own.

From Vienna's halls to the Galician plain,

they drew up maps and stoked the iron flame.

A portal forged where the sky ripped wide,

to Ursae Majoris, beyond the tide.

The Empire sang in a thousand tongues,

and the future marched on the factory drums.


(Chorus)

Heave ho, Sophie, moon of sand,

Heave ho, Sophie, lend a steady hand.


Verse 2

They sent the farmers, the weavers, the sons,

Ukrainian fathers and Polish daughters, they came by tons.

Cities rose where the regolith lay,

smokestacks like churches pointing out the way.

Homes and mills and a flourished trade,

a dream on rust and the plans they made.

Children ran on streets of glass and ore,

and Sophie hummed like she'd been built for more.


(Chorus)

Heave ho, Sophie, bright and grand,

Heave ho, Sophie, the Kaiser's promised land.


Verse 3

But whispers curl where the engines sleep,

a rattle in the dark, a sound that doesn't keep.

A night went wrong and the alarms went loud,

men with maps and women bowed.

We loaded what we could on the last thin dawn,

left behind the silver, the pearls, the prawn.

And the Kaiser wrote with a hand like ice—

"Seal the gates, seal the moon, no more spice."


(Chorus - low)

Heave ho, Sophie, closed and banned,

Heave ho, Sophie, by the Kaiser's hand.


Bridge

Years rolled slow and the dust grew tall,

Sophie knit skin where the metal's scar was raw.

Outlaws and dreamers with lanterns and plans,

came like gulls to sift through the sand.

They swear the vaults hold a merchant's dream—

golden seams and the old Empire's steam.

But the truth's a ruin and the truth's a hush,

and the cause of the leaving lies under dust.


(Chorus - call)

Heave ho, Sophie, secrets stand,

Heave ho, Sophie, waiting in the sand.

(Reply) Heave ho, Sophie, come take my hand,

Heave ho, Sophie, we'll stake our claim on land.


Verse 4 (spoken, slow)

So listen here, you peddlers of the night—

this is a tale of hope and appetite.

The Story of Sand, it will not stay still,

it shifts like loyalties, it bends a will.

Some go to prosper, some go to mourn,

some find a fortune, some find a thorn.

A Kaiser's law can't bury a starsong long,

and Sophie hums on, and the shanty goes on.


(Final Chorus, full)

Heave ho, Sophie, moon of sand,

Heave ho, Sophie, lift a weary band.

Heave ho, Sophie, take a humble stand—

the Story of Sand is the Empire's hand.


(Outro, soft)

Heave ho, Sophie, if you hear our cry,

we'll voyage back where the old flags lie.

Sophie of sand, Sophie of scar,

we'll chase the light to that far-off star.

Lost Paradise

Lyrics:

(Chorus — call)

Heave away, lads, haul the ticket high,

Sophie’s sands are calling under a Kaiser's sky.

Heave away, lads, spend your coin and sigh,

Bring me back a fortune, or a ticket to die.


Verse 1

We signed our names on iron lines for work beneath the stars,

Kaiser said he'd give us plots, a life in shining bars.

We left our fields and river towns with hope like rusted gold,

Dreamed of homes on cratered plains, warm beds against the cold.


(Chorus)

Heave away, lads, haul the ticket high,

Sophie’s sands are calling under a Kaiser's sky.

Heave away, lads, spend your coin and sigh,

Bring me back a fortune, or a ticket to die.


Verse 2

She dried to prayer and red dust storms, twenty years of blaze,

Cities turned to skeletons, their markets lost in haze.

What once was bright with promise now sleeps under dune and rust,

But treasure waits in empty rooms—glass, silver, iron trust.


Verse 3

A Viennese agent came with maps and honeyed speech,

Said, “Return, you sons of poverty, the riches are within reach.”

They sent their men to broken towns where hunger met the hand,

Promised quick and easy gold for those who’d go back to Sophie’s sands.


(Chorus)

Heave away, lads, haul the ticket high,

Sophie’s sands are calling under a Kaiser's sky.

Heave away, lads, spend your coin and sigh,

Bring me back a fortune, or a ticket to die.


Verse 4

But travel costs a fortune, and the agents want their due,

A slice of every haul you bring — a toll to see you through.

Each station keeps a ledger, an “authorized” face to see,

You pay your debt on landing or you’ll never set foot free.


Bridge (call-and-response)

“What’s the price, my brother?”

“Half the crate and all the hope.”

“Who holds the tickets?”

“A man who counts your rope.”

“Is Sophie worth the journey?”

“It’s sand and sun and bone.”

“Then why do we keep going?”

“'Cause dreaming feels like home.”


Verse 5

The wind will howl like creditors, the heat will burn your name,

Ghost churches creak in moonlight, the markets whisper claim.

We pry the doors with gloved hands, take what the years forgot,

Gold and tools and lonesome clocks—remnants of a long-lost lot.


(Chorus)

Heave away, lads, haul the ticket high,

Sophie’s sands are calling under a Kaiser's sky.

Heave away, lads, spend your coin and sigh,

Bring me back a fortune, or a ticket to die.


Verse 6 (final)

Some send their shares to agents, wallets thin as prayer,

Some bury what they find and swear they’ll never dare.

I stand with one old postcard pinned above my bed,

A promise from a Kaiser, and a desert full of lead.


Outro (soft, repeating)

Heave away, lads, haul the ticket high,

If Sophie breaks your back, at least you lived to try.

Heave away, lads, under a starless cry,

Sophie’s still a promised land in every poor man’s eye.

Return Ticket

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