Lyrics

Out in the black, where the silence breaks,
We scan the skies, every move it makes.
Eyes on the grid, cold steel in our veins,
Bandbox watching through fire and rain.

Surveillance sees what no one dares,
While Weapons readies, counting flares.
Radar burns like a ghost in the wind,
Let the games of the squadron begin.

They say we’re just the ones below,
But we command the jetstream’s flow.
From SAMs to wings that pierce the sky,
Without us, they don’t fly.

SEVEN-TEN!
We rise as one, the mission calls again.
SEVEN-TEN!
Brothers and rivals, forged through discipline.
We fight, we clash, but never break —
Together we hold the skies we stake.
SEVEN-TEN!

Weapons roar with thunder’s breath,
Guiding steel through zones of death.
Surveillance laughs behind the screen,
Knowing where the ghosts have been.

One team split by pride and fire,
Sharpened edge of shared desire.
Different paths, same war to win —
Draw the line, and we begin.

Radar speaks, the sky ignites,
We own the day, we own the night.
The fighters soar, but they all depend —
On Bandbox guiding them to the end.

SEVEN-TEN!
Steel and signal, rising once again.
SEVEN-TEN!
Echoes through the clouds like a lion’s den.
We clash, we burn, we lead the storm —
The bond we share is battle-born.
SEVEN-TEN!

Surveillance, Weapons — two hearts, one soul.
We argue, we challenge — but never let go.
The sky doesn’t care who sees or who strikes…
Only that we stand when it counts.

SEVEN-TEN!
This is our blood, this is our fight.
SEVEN-TEN!
Guiding the thunder into the night.
No jet flies without our flame —
No mission wins without our name.
SEVEN-TEN!
SEVEN-TEN!
SEVEN-TEN!