/// LETRA ///
"The conqueror forged in the stars power, kneel to his might
General Radhan, king of warriors,
now bowing to madness and ruin"

They called me the scourge, a rain in the sky,
The stars in my hands, made the cosmos comply,
A lion of war, my name carved in stone,
but the scarlet rot came, left my mind overthrown.

Through the sands of Caelid, i ride on my steed
Unbroken, unmatched, i am legend decreet,
A titan in battle, my pride never fades,
Though my body is broken, my wrath still invades.

Ride with the stars where the red flames burn,
the scourge of the heavens will never return,
Red scarlet skies and the fields of pain,
Radhan the conqueror, eternal remains.

Once crowned in glory, now trapped in despair,
the stars that i conquered now linger and glare,
Scarlet rot, red, devouring my mind,
I fight through the madness, my honor defined,

With the warriors gathered, and the festival rise,
death and defience, the legend survives,
I raise through the rot, a lion in chains,
a god of the battlefield, blood in my veins.

"Come now warriors, face me in my crimson sands,
let this festival be of glory to prove.
I am Radhan, the star-scourged lion,
the heavens shall tremble to my wrath"

The storm of the flame, my blade carves the crown,
but my soul is shattered, my spirit is crowned.
With my steed by my side, through ruin we ride.
Forever remember the warrior with pride.
Star-scourged Radhan, my name echoes wide,
the breaker of space, a king who divide.

Even in death, my legend descends,
like the stars bear witness to the warrior's end.

Ride with the stars where the red flames burn,
the scourge of the heavens will never return,
Red scarlet skies and the fields of pain,
Radhan the conqueror, eternal remains.

eternal remains.

eternal remains.

"A lion falls but his roar shakes the heavens,
General Radhan, the scourge of the stars,
forever a legend in the crimson sands."

The Star - Scourged Legend - Radhan

La letra es demasiado larga jaja, si la quereis preguntadme.

Somos la 33 - Expedition 33

Soy el Berserker - The First Berserker: Khazan

Letra demasiado larga, si se quiere, pidela.

Guardias del Velo - Parte I & II - Dragon Age: The Veilguard

/// LETRA ///
“Whatever thou art… stay away…”

De un reino caído, de un pacto con cruz,
surge el jinete al que el abismo dio luz.
Artorias, firme, sin miedo en su andar,
juró proteger… y empezó a sangrar.

De Londo a Oolacil, cruzó el vacío,
perseguía el mal con su brazo herido.
Seyó con su alma el portal a la nada,
pero el abismo susurra su espada.

Luchó por Sif, su fiel compañera,
alzó su escudo, rompió la frontera.
Pero la sombra entró por su herida,
y el héroe cayó... sin perder la vida.

Luché con la sombra, firmé mi condena,
la gloria es mentira si el alma se quiebra.
Guardé con mi escudo la vida de un lobo,
pero el mundo aplaude al que llega con oro.

Caído en el barro, sin nombre en la historia,
la llama se apaga, la herida no llora.
Que hablen de honores, que olviden mi grito…
yo fui el primero en cruzar el abismo.

Mi cuerpo se rompe, la voz se extravía,
soy sombra sin forma, sin fe ni valía.
El pacto me arrastra, las bestias me hablan,
la espada aún corta, aunque tiemble mi alma.

Frampt o Kaathe, serpientes traidoras,
me dieron poder… a cambio de horas.
Manus me espera, el caos se desata,
caigo sin gloria, mi espíritu mata.

Me llaman leyenda, me creen invicto,
pero otro me salva, yo solo resisto.
La historia es mentira, el canto está roto,
soy carne podrida cubierta de oro.

Luché con la sombra, firmé mi condena,
la gloria es mentira si el alma se quiebra.
Guardé con mi escudo la vida de un lobo,
pero el mundo aplaude al que llega con oro.

Caído en el barro, sin nombre en la historia,
la llama se apaga, la herida no llora.
Que hablen de honores, que olviden mi grito…
yo fui el primero en cruzar el abismo.

Sif guarda mi tumba, con lágrimas fieras,
Alvina vigila, las sombras esperan.
Mi capa rasgada aún flota en el viento,
mi nombre enterrado en falso monumento.

Ciaran lloró por el alma que di,
pero nadie escribe lo que perdí.
El alma del héroe no siempre resiste,
pero es más valiente aquel que persiste.

Ahora me encuentro en ruina y silencio,
pero quien me venza, alzará el ascenso.
Toma mi espada, si crees merecerla,
y no olvides nunca que el abismo tiembla.

Luché con la sombra, firmé mi condena,
la gloria es mentira si el alma se quiebra.
Guardé con mi escudo la vida de un lobo,
pero el mundo aplaude al que llega con oro.

Caído en el barro, sin nombre en la historia,
la llama se apaga, la herida no llora.
Que hablen de honores, que olviden mi grito…
yo fui el primero en cruzar el abismo.

“Ah, Sif… there you are… all of you… forgive me.”

Caballero del Abismo - Knight Artorias

/// LETRA ///
Locked and loaded, step through flames,
Demons whisperin’ Dante’s name.
Red coat, black soul, silver grin—
I play for keeps, and I play to win.

Lost my fam, yeah, I felt that sting,
But I don’t cry — I clip my wings.
Got a devil inside and hell to pay,
But I’m still standin’. Locked. And. Slay.

Call it cocky, I call it fate,
I dance on graves, I never break.
You want mercy? Try my twin—
Wait, no, he’s busy losin’ again.

I’m the gun in the devil’s hand,
I make my stand where cowards ran.
Steel and style, my battle cry,
A one-man army — kiss Hell goodbye.

Demons run when I walk in,
Spinnin’ lead and wearin’ sin.
Rebellion sings, the devil grins—
'Cause I was born to win.

Vergil fell, I stayed on Earth,
But blood runs deep and pain gives birth.
You chase power, I chase peace,
But if you want a war — I’ll never cease.

Lucia, Lady, Trish and more,
I never asked, but I fought their wars.
Worlds fall apart, I stay composed,
Toss a joke while I reload.

You hear that scream? That’s fate denied,
Another king, another lie.
But I don’t bow, I don’t kneel,
I just kick ass with style and steel.

I’m the gun in the devil’s hand,
I make my stand where cowards ran.
Steel and style, my battle cry,
A one-man army — kiss Hell goodbye.

Blades will break, and blood will spray,
But I just laugh and light the way.
Rebellion sings, the devil grins—
'Cause I was born to win.

Eva’s voice, just a ghost I chase…
Father’s blade, mother’s grace.
Beneath the jokes, beneath the fight,
There’s still a boy who lost the light.

But I don't stop. I don't forgive.
I fight like hell so others live.
Call me monster, call me man…
I know exactly what I am.

I’m the gun in the devil’s hand,
I make my stand where cowards ran.
Steel and style, my battle cry,
A one-man army — kiss Hell goodbye.

Demons run when I walk in,
Dual pistols, devil gri,
Do your worst, i'll wear your skin—
'Cause I was born to win.

"Jackpot"

Trigger Happy Hellfire - Dante

/// LETRA ///
"Yo fui el brazo que ardía por su rey…
Ahora guardo una tumba en niebla negra…"

Fui la sombra que caminaba al lado del trono,
La espada que callaba el juicio, sin perdón ni encono.
Velstadt, el Martillo — yo, filo y cuervo.
Drangleic me llamó "traidor", pero el rey… ya estaba muerto.

Vendrick huyó de su culpa, cegado en su cruzada,
Mientras la reina reía, oscuridad coronada.
Vi la podredumbre crecer tras su mirada,
Grité la verdad… y Velstadt selló mi espada.

Caí sin gloria, sin nombre, sin justicia,
De un reino que se ahogaba en su propia avaricia.
Pero el hierro aún canta en las torres de Brume,
Y la niebla me abrazó, en eso resume...

Yo pude purgar la niebla
Yo pude sellar el mal
Pero elegí quedarme en sombras,
con Nadalia... y su ritual.

Fui brazo del rey, cuervo en pena,
Ahora soy su llama y su condena.
Guardando la corona,
y ni mi nombre se menciona.

Su voz no ordena, susurra.
Su fuego no abrasa, tortura.
La novia del Humo no me pidió redención,
me ofreció sentido, me dio una misión.

Nadalia no exige, me devora lento.
Puso su alma en mi espada, su nombre en mi aliento.
Cada golpe que doy, ella ríe en mi mente.
Cada paso que cuido, ella arde presente.

Los soldados que me siguieron, yacen calcinados,
No por traición, sino por haberme amado.
Drummond cayó defendiendo lo que creía,
Hoy sólo quedan brasas… y melancolía.

"Podría haber vuelto...
Podría haber olvidado...
Pero el deber...murió en el altar..."

Yo pude purgar la niebla
Yo pude sellar el mal
Pero elegí quedarme en sombras,
con Nadalia... y su ritual.

Fui brazo del rey, cuervo en pena,
Ahora soy su llama y su condena.
Guardando la corona,
y ni mi nombre se menciona.

"Velstadt…El Rey…Drangleic…
Nadie recuerda sus nombres.
Solo yo sigo aquí.
Solo yo…"

Yo pude purgar la niebla
Yo pude sellar el mal
Pero elegí quedarme en sombras,
con Nadalia... y su ritual.

Fui brazo del rey, cuervo en pena,
Ahora soy su llama y su condena.
Guardando la corona,
y ni mi nombre se menciona.

Humo sin nombre - Fume Knight

/// LETRA ///
"Come on!"

Corro del pasado, con fuego en los pies,
Me llamaron problema, y yo dije: “¡Tal vez!”
No fui santo, pero fui real,
Golpe tras golpe, sigo de pie, leal.

Pateado, marcado, en la mira del rumor,
Pero el alma no se vende, ¡aquí va el motor!
Phantom Thief, callejón, rebelión,
Mi corazón late como explosión.

No me rompes, no me tumbas,
Con mi gente, hasta que sucumba.
Somos ruido, somos fuego, este es el momento
¡Y Skull no se rinde, mientras me quede aliento!

¡Yo soy el grito de la calle sin miedo!
¡Puño al aire, hermano, vamos directo!
Rebelde sin pausa, alma en combate,
Golpeo más fuerte cuando el mundo arde.

¡Yo soy furia con alma de acero!
¡Rugido de un tren sin freno!
No soy sombra, soy el trueno!

Pies rotos, sueños robados,
Pero cada cicatriz me ha enseñado.
Kamoshida creyó que podía quebrarme…
¡Ahora mira cómo vengo a quemarte!

Tengo fallas, lo admito con furia,
Pero nunca traicioné, ¡de ahí mi lucha!
No es por gloria, ni por fama,
Es por los que creyeron en mí con el alma.

¡Vamos! ¡Vamos! — ¡Gritan los míos!
De Shibuya al abismo, somos líos.
No nací héroe, pero peleo sin fin,
Por mis compas, por mí… ¡por el porvenir!

¡Yo soy el grito de la calle sin miedo!
¡Puño al aire, hermano, vamos directo!
Rebelde sin pausa, alma en combate,
Golpeo más fuerte cuando el mundo arde.

¡Yo soy furia con alma de acero!
¡Rugido de un tren sin freno!
No soy sombra, soy el trueno!

Me llamaron escoria, me dijeron error,
Pero tengo más alma que su director.
Me forjé en el grito, en la humillación,
Y ahora pateo con más convicción.

Soy eco de gritos que nadie escuchó,
De todos los pibes que aquel joputa rompió.
Pero yo no me quiebro, yo no me hundo,
¡Me levanto y pateo al mundo!

No tengo trono, ni busco perdón,
Mi ley es mi puño y mi rebelión.
Con mi gente a un lado, no voy a caer,
¡Voy  de frente, y te voy a romper!

¡Yo soy el grito de la calle sin miedo!
¡Puño al aire, hermano, vamos directo!
Rebelde sin pausa, alma en combate,
Golpeo más fuerte cuando el mundo arde.

¡Yo soy furia con alma de acero!
¡Rugido de un tren sin freno!
No soy sombra, soy el trueno!

Voz de las calles - Ryuji

/// LETRA ///
Oh, brave little knight, with armor so bright,
Step on through — mind the ledge, not the light.
I flash a grin, say “trust me, friend,”
Then laugh as your story meets its end.

I've bowed to kings, I’ve kissed their rings,
Then sold their secrets for shinier things.
Loyalty? Ha! That’s for the dead.
I deal in gold, in fear, in dread.

You want a guide? Well, here I am.
Just don’t ask where the path will land.
It might be loot, it might be doom—
Either way, I’ll loot your tomb.

I’m not cruel, just cleverly bold,
A smile sharper than blades of old.
No sword, no flame, no holy vow—
But look who’s still alive right now.

You fight for honor, I fight for coin,
You trust a man? Prepare to join
The pile of fools I’ve pushed aside—
Call me scum, but I survive.

One hand waves, the other steals,
One voice so sweet, the truth concealed.
I'll say “I swear,” I’ll cry and plead—
While cutting loose the rope you need.

You seek the truth? Here's what I know:
A flashy fool dies fast and slow.
But cowards live — and I’m the proof,
I lie, I laugh, I stay aloof.

From dark abyss to blessed hall,
You’ll find me smirking through it all.
Change the world? I’d rather eat.
Let heroes rot — I’ll keep my seat.

I’m not cruel, just cleverly bold,
A smile sharper than blades of old.
No sword, no flame, no holy vow—
But look who’s still alive right now.

You fight for honor, I fight for coin,
You trust a man? Prepare to join
The pile of fools I’ve pushed aside—
Call me scum, but I survive.

They curse my name, they call me snake,
But always fall for each mistake.
I say “forgive,” they say “you’re vile,”
Then drop their guard — I flash my smile.

Cathedrals, swamps, or demon lairs,
You’ll find me setting perfect snares.
And when it’s done, I’ll clap, I’ll cheer,
Then disappear with souvenirs.

So keep your quests and burning pride—
I'll take the shadows where I hide.
The gods can fall, the world can end,
And I'll still trade, betray, and bend.

I’m not cruel, just cleverly bold,
A smile sharper than blades of old.
No sword, no flame, no holy vow—
But look who’s still alive right now.

You fight for honor, I fight for coin,
You trust a man? Prepare to join
The pile of fools I’ve pushed aside—
Call me scum, but I survive.

One you can't trust - Patches

/// LETRA ///

Camina entre sombras, la sangre a sus pies,
la cruz en la espalda, sin nombre ni sed.
No mira al cielo, lo carga en la piel,
con pasos de mártir, sin miedo al ayer.

No pide clemencia, no busca razón,
sólo arrastra el peso de su expiación.
El Milagro cruel lo volvió oración,
su carne es reliquia, su pena, perdón.

Sus manos no tiemblan y su alma ya no,
pues todo temblor fue castigo feroz.
Silencio en los labios, ceniza en la voz...

Un eco de muerte donde va el Penitente.

¡Cae la sangre como lluvia santa!
¡El Penitente no se levanta!
Paga culpas que no eran suyas,
bajo rezos... bajo tumbas...

¡Toca la campana, el castigo, empieza!
¡La Misericordia clama su ofensa!
No hay consuelo, no hay perdón,
solo un camino de expiación.

Fue hijo del hierro, del golpe y del sol,
criado en la llaga, criado en dolor.
No tuvo un bautismo, sólo ejecución,
y el llanto de un pueblo lo hizo redentor.

La espada que empuña no corta al azar,
se hunde en los cuerpos que niegan el mal.
Con cada enemigo, una flor marchita,
con cada plegaria, otra herida escrita.

No hay gloria que lo quiera coronar,
ni templo que su sombra quiera abrazar.
Es juicio y castigo, es voto de sal,
y su caminar...no conoce final.

¡Cae la sangre como lluvia santa!
¡El Penitente no se levanta!
Paga culpas que no eran suyas,
bajo rezos... bajo tumbas...

¡Toca la campana, el castigo, empieza!
¡La Misericordia clama su ofensa!
No hay consuelo, no hay perdón,
solo un camino de expiación.

Sus sueños son gritos, su culpa es altar,
cargado de espinas, sin mirar atrás.
De tumba en tumba, de mártir en cruz,
despierta a los muertos bajo la luz.

Se dice que sangra por todo un país,
que carga pecados que nadie quiso admitir.
No tiene descanso, no tiene hogar,
solo una promesa: nunca olvidar.

La culpa lo guía, lo arrastra el dolor,
el fuego en los ojos, el alma sin sol.
Donde pisa brota una maldición,
y el silencio responde con redención.

¡Cae la sangre como lluvia santa!
¡El Penitente no se levanta!
Paga culpas que no eran suyas,
bajo rezos, bajo tumbas.

¡Toca la campana, el castigo empieza!
¡La Misericordia clama su ofensa!
No hay consuelo, no hay perdón,
solo un camino de expiación.

Penitente - El penitente [Blasphemous]

/// LETRA ///
Snuck in the garden with criminal grace,
Grabbed his rake, then broke it in place.
Honkin’ loud, a menace with pace,
Put his hat in the lake — now chase!

Dragged the jam with a crooked beak,
Flipped the sandwich, stole your leek.
To-do list done before you speak,
With stealth and squawk, I reach my peak.

Cracked the gate with a waddle slide,
Yanked the rose and fled with pride.
Made the gardener scream and hide,
I own the path — I goose this ride.

Honk! Honk! Snatch and flee,
Terror in feathered anarchy!
Ring the bell and wreck the tea,
The goose is loose — beware of me!

Honk! Honk! No remorse,
Stealing socks with deadly force!
Untitled tale of foul discourse,
One goose… one bell… one final course.

Kid in glasses ran full tilt,
Tripped on soap — his honor wilt.
Took his plane and broke his will,
Left him honk-shamed, what a thrill.

Pub door cracked, I snuck beneath,
Stole your pint with wicked beak.
Dropped your dartboard in the heath,
Then posed on stage like goose beneath.

Chased the shopkeep ‘round her store,
Smashed her broom and stole some more.
Toilet paper on the floor,
Victory squawk — now hear me HONK! (HONK!)

Honk! Honk! Snatch and flee,
Terror in feathered anarchy!
Ring the bell and wreck the tea,
The goose is loose — beware of me!

Honk! Honk! No remorse,
Stealing socks with deadly force!
Untitled tale of foul discourse,
One goose… one bell… one final course.

Backyard chaos, laundry’s gone,
Bra and sock, I mowed your lawn.
Pitched the vase and split the fawn,
My feathered wrath goes on and on.

Bell tower gleaming in light,
Final prize, the stealthy flight.
Snatched the bell in dead of night,
And waddled home with honk delight.

Past each scene I sowed my doom,
Dragging echoes through each room.
Dropped the bell where echoes bloom —
Then vanished into forest gloom.

Honk! Honk! Snatch and flee,
Terror in feathered anarchy!
Ring the bell and wreck the tea,
The goose is loose — beware of me!

Honk! Honk! No remorse,
Stealing socks with deadly force!
Untitled tale of foul discourse,
One goose… one bell… one final course.

Don't mess with the Goose - Unitlted Goose Game [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
Steel domes rise as the moon ignites,
I pilot my doom‑mobile through neon nights.
Genius unrivaled, I rewire the graves—
one flick of a switch and the suburbs behave.

Photosynthesis? Please, that’s cute—
I built a cannon that drinks your roots.
Every petal will bow to my RV will,
when the sirens blare and the graveyards fill.

Upload the schematics, sound the alarms—
my armies lurch with outstretched arms.
Flora may bloom, but circuits bloom faster;
“I need more BRAINS” is the chant of disaster.

Bow to the doctor, master of decay;
crowns of compost pave my way.
No hero, no savior, just conquest thrills—
I want your brain, and I have the skills.

Solar power, cower—your daylight’s gone;
industry of entropy marches on.
When the lawn lights flicker and your courage drains,
remember my name—Dr. Zomboss craves BRAINS!

I hacked the cold of a winter’s bite,
engineered zombies for a harsher fight.
From rooftop runs to Egyptian sands,
my blueprint tyranny spans all lands. (and times)

Melon‑pults crack, but I crack back harder;
I quantum‑leap past your sunflower starter.
Robotic gargantuars blot out the sun—
you planted hope, but I dug it up.

A billion volts in a tesla tomb,
lightning‑fried petals perfume their doom.
While Dave wilts in nostalgic pain,
I re‑calibrate thunder to harvest your brains.

Bow to the doctor, master of decay;
crowns of compost pave my way.
No hero, no savior, just conquest thrills—
I want your brain, and I have the skills.

Solar power, cower—your daylight’s gone;
industry of entropy marches on.
When the lawn lights flicker and your courage drains,
remember my name—Dr. Zomboss craves BRAINS!

From college labs where they mocked my dream,
to chrome apocalypse, supreme machine.
I stitched the future from copper and bone—
every shambling step now carves my throne.

Peashooter tears won’t rust my gears;
I debug terror while you plant repairs.
Your garden defiance is quaint, absurd—
against macro‑mechanics, it’s just fertilizer and dirt.

So raise the flags—final wave inbound;
the sky goes purple, the earth unwound.
When silence falls on your florist remains,
I’ll broadcast a laugh… and eat your brains.

Bow to the doctor, master of decay;
crowns of compost pave my way.
No hero, no savior, just conquest thrills—
I want your brain, and I have the skills.

Solar power, cower—your daylight’s gone;
industry of entropy marches on.
When the lawn lights flicker and your courage drains,
remember my name—Dr. Zomboss craves BRAINS!

[Outro]
"I forgot my keys, please open your door - Love, The Zombies, i mean-Mom!"


Garden destruction - Dr Zomboss [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
Saltando en la lluvia con piedras que cantan,
Franfran me espera, a otros espanta..
Si tú estás triste, yo soy tu bufón,
traigo abrazos gigantes y un gran corazón.

“Maman” es secreto, ¡no debo decir!
Cuento los días sin dejar de reír.
Treinta y seis pasos, un salto, un tambor,
si me sigues cerca, ¡nos vamos mejor!

Rocas que vuelan, estrellas que lloran,
Soarrie brillaba… y su idea me implora
Pero “perderlas” solo es parte del show,
¡así hay más viajes y más “ho ho ho"!

¿Cómo estás, mon ami?
La aventura brilla solo para mí.
Esquie no duerme, Esquie no va,
¡la risa es un mapa, nos guiará!

¡Weewooweewoo, así me siento!
Franfran me extraña en cada momento.
No tengo alas, pero sé volar,
si me das risa, yo te doy el mar.

¿Un brazalete? ¡Yo quiero tres!
Por hacer el trabajo, por ser al revés.
La la la la, canto sin fin,
aunque Renoir hoy no sonrió por mí.

Verso, tú bailas mejor que el sol,
¡te vi flotar como a un farol!
Y cuando callas, sé que estás bien,
porque tus silencios me suenan fetén.

Lune me ayuda, sabe de rocas,
las que brillan, las que tienen bocas.
Pero esta no habló... todavía no
Seguro me cuenta sobre su ser interior.

¿Cómo estás, mon ami?
La aventura brilla solo para mí.
Esquie no duerme, Esquie no va,
¡la risa es un mapa, nos guiará!

¡Weewooweewoo, así me siento!
Franfran me extraña en cada momento.
No tengo alas, pero sé volar,
si me das risa, yo te doy el mar.

No estoy enfadado… pero sí lo estoy.
Renoir gritó, yo de aquí me voy
¿Acaso no somos primos del sol?
Todos distintos, pero con un rol.

A veces me siento como un papel,
doblado en mil formas, feliz y fiel.
Te vi pensar en él, lo noté,
pero eso no borra lo que ahora se ve.

Tu alma es esponja, es nube, es miel,
aunque no seas “ese”, eres mi laurel.
Yo soy “Whooo” pero también “Wheee”,
¡y tú me entiendes! ¡Eso es así!

¿Cómo estás, mon ami?
La aventura brilla solo para mí.
Esquie no duerme, Esquie no va,
¡la risa es un mapa, nos guiará!

¡Weewooweewoo, así me siento!
Franfran me extraña en cada momento.
No tengo alas, pero sé volar,
si me das risa, yo te doy el mar.

Mon ami - Esquie

/// LETRA ///
In Argent D'Nur, where demons creep,
The Slayer wakes from ancient sleep.
With shield and shotgun, an oath to keep,
Through hoards of hell, his foes he'll reap.

The Tether broke, his mind set free,
He carved a path through enemies.
Kreed's betrayal, a memory,
Now vengeance burns eternally.

Thira's soul, the Wraith's own spark,
Ignites his wrath, a blazing mark.
Azrak's forces, cold and stark,
Fall beneath his fury's arc.

In chains no more, his path is clear,
He rides the storm, instills the fear.
The Slayer's legend, all revere,
A force of doom, both far and near.

Rip and tear, the legend stands,
With wrath and led in both his hands.
No fate, no fear, no last commands,
He hunts across corrupted lands.

No mercy shown, no prayers said,
He walks through Hell, he makes them pay.
No name he speaks, no soul to sway,
Just blood and bullets in his way.

Entombed in stone by priestly hands,
The UAC broke sacred bans.
He woke, and teared through Martian sands,
With fists like rockets, crush commands.

Chainsaw carved, the halls ran red,
The Crucible turned skies to dread.
He tore through Hell where angels fled,
And left the priests and demons dead.

Vega whispered paths unknown,
Through Argent cores of flesh and bone.
He took their power for his own—
A godless king upon his throne.

The tower fell, the portal closed,
The Slayer's wrath forever posed.
In crimson tides, his legend grows,
A big fucking gun where evil goes.

Rip and tear, the legend stands,
With wrath and led in both his hands.
No fate, no fear, no last commands,
He hunts across corrupted lands.

No mercy shown, no prayers said,
He walks through Hell, he makes them pay.
No name he speaks, no soul to sway,
Just blood and bullets in his way.

Earth was broken, skies were fire,
He walked the wastes of a world entire.
The Icon rose, yet he doesn't tire,
And so the Slayer moved through ash and wire.

The Father lost, the Seraph lied,
He struck where gods and cowards hide.
He faced the Prime with death as guide,
And gave no pause, chose no side.

The Maykr screamed, her heavens cracked,
Their realm undone by every act.
When judgment failed and mercy lacked,
He left the world forever blacked.

In final stand, the beast he slew,
The Icon's heart he pierced straight through.
Then sealed away, his task anew,
The Slayer rests till...more demons come through.

Rip and tear, the legend stands,
With wrath and led in both his hands.
No fate, no fear, no last commands,
He hunts across corrupted lands.

No mercy shown, no prayers said,
He walks through Hell, he makes them pay.
No name he speaks, no soul to sway,
Just blood and bullets in his way.

Tenebrae Exultant - Doom Slayer

/// LETRA ///
He worked in rust beneath the stars,
Among the wrecks of clone-born wars.
A Jedi spark, concealed and dim,
But fate would never sleep from him.

One desperate act revealed his light,
And with it came the Inquisitors’ bite.
He fled the world where truth was caged,
His quiet grief became a blade.

Through ancient vaults and worlds unknown,
He chased a code once overthrown.
To guide the lost, he sought the key—
From a fallen order, the holocron of destiny.

He watched the temple burn in flame,
With youngling screams he couldn't save.
BD kept him sane through days of dread,
While Jedi names turned ghosts instead.

He found the key but crushed the dream,
Refused to lead the hunted stream.
Now Tanalorr lies a hidden land,
A world to guard, a broken saber in his hand.

He walked through pain on crimson sand,
Dathomir’s curse in ghostly hands.
A Nightsister watched with wary flame,
While siths called him by his name.

He faced the fall of those who failed,
In Trilla's mask, regret unveiled.
And from the depths of Vader’s wrath,
He barely lived to choose a path.

He held the fate of future kin,
But knew that power breeds within.
So broke the holocron apart—
And trusted hope to guide the stars.

He watched the temple burn in flame,
With youngling screams he couldn't save.
BD kept him sane through days of dread,
While Jedi names turned ghosts instead.

He found the key but crushed the dream,
Refused to lead the hunted stream.
Now Tanalorr lies a hidden land,
A world to guard, a broken saber in his hand.

The years pressed on, the fight endured,
Though friends were lost and hearts were lured.
Through betrayal’s sting and sacrifice,
He paid the cost—he rolled the dice.

Tanalorr shone, a hidden shore,
Beyond the reach of Empire’s war.
With Merrin, strong in night and flame,
He fought for more than just a name.

A father now in battle’s tide,
With loss and ghosts not far behind.
But still he walks the fading line—
A Jedi survivor, through war refined.

He watched the temple burn in flame,
With youngling screams he couldn't save.
BD kept him sane through days of dread,
While Jedi names turned ghosts instead.

He found the key but crushed the dream,
Refused to lead the hunted stream.
Now Tanalorr lies a hidden land,
A world to guard, a broken saber in his hand.


Broken Saber - Cal Kestis

/// LETRA ///
"The transformation from mortal child to Astartes..."

From shattered hives and cold stone halls,
They take the young when duty calls.
Implants fuse and blood runs new,
A second heart, lungs built for two.

Steel in bone and war in mind,
Each fear erased, each flaw refined.
They chant the creed, they feel no dread,
Their past erased, their names long dead.

Pain and prayer, they learn to kill,
By gene-forge flame and will of steel.
In black carapace and holy seal,
Their oath begins: protect, not feel.

For the Emperor we stand, His angels of death,
In power armor clad, with our final breath.
Bolter fire and chainsword, purging heresy,
Space Marines eternal, humanity’s decree.

Through fire and void, we bring His wrath,
No fear, no mercy, just the righteous path.
Our faith is steel, our oaths endure—
For the Imperium, and it's rule!

For the emperor! (For the emperor!)

"Eternal crusades..."

They march for worlds that call in fear,
Through warp and flame, the foe draws near.
With bolter roar and thundered tread,
They cleanse the stars where angels dread.

The Codex guides their blade and soul,
Each Chapter shaped for sacred role.
From Terra’s halls to Fenris’ snow,
They strike as one, no mercy shown.

Chaos bleeds and xenos burn,
Heretics fall, and none return.
The shield of man, the sword of light,
They bring the void eternal fight.

For the Emperor we stand, His angels of death,
In power armor clad, with our final breath.
Bolter fire and chainsword, purging heresy,
Space Marines eternal, humanity’s decree.

Through fire and void, we bring His wrath,
No fear, no mercy, just the righteous path.
Our faith is steel, our oaths endure—
For the Imperium, and it's rule!

For the emperor! (For the emperor!)

"Millennia of duty and sacrifice...unbroken to the end..."

Ten thousand years they’ve bled the stars,
With shattered helms and honored scars.
Their brothers fall, remembered well,
Their names like thunder when they fell.

They guard mankind though hope decays,
Through silent watch and black crusades.
Each wound endured, each loss retained,
Yet still they rise, their faith unchained.

"Death before dishonor" cried,
Their vow still sworn, though worlds have died.
They’ll stand until the stars go dim—
And war is all that’s left of Him.

For the Emperor we stand, His angels of death,
In power armor clad, with our final breath.
Bolter fire and chainsword, purging heresy,
Space Marines eternal, humanity’s decree.

Through fire and void, we bring His wrath,
No fear, no mercy, just the righteous path.
Our faith is steel, our oaths endure—
For the Imperium, and it's rule!

For the emperor! (For the emperor!)

For the Emperor's Glory - Space Marines

/// LETRA ///
Nací en el eco de un hombre muerto,
con voz prestada y juicio incierto.
Camino lento, habito el tuerto,
resuelvo crímenes en un desierto.

Mi rostro es hierro, mi gesto es gris,
pero no olvido lo que perdí.
No tengo sueños, ni un porvenir,
sólo preguntas sin redimir.

Diamond City me dio un rincón,
la lluvia arrastra su corrupción.
Busco verdades en cada opción,
sin más que un traje y convicción.

Soy el susurro de un callejón,
el humo viejo, luces neón.
El detective sin dirección,
con media alma y convicción.

Soy lo que queda tras el error,
la huella firme del desamor.
Ni synth ni humano...¿Un impostor?
pero aún persigo al mal feroz.

Eddie Winter dejó mal sabor,
de venganza fría y de rencor.
Mató a mi amor el cabrón,
y juré encontrarlo, al malechor.

No tengo pulso, no tengo edad,
pero algo vibra: mi voluntad.
No soy humano, ni soy real,
soy sintético con dignidad.

El Instituto me construyó,
mas no sabía lo que dejó.
Un alma rota que se alzó,
y con su calma se definió.

Soy el susurro de un callejón,
el humo viejo, luces neón.
El detective sin dirección,
con media alma y convicción.

Soy lo que queda tras el error,
la huella firme del desamor.
Ni synth ni humano...¿Un impostor?
pero aún persigo al mal feroz.

Cada pistón lleva un pesar,
cada memoria quiere gritar.
Pero aún así puedo escuchar,
el ruido humano que quiere amar.

La agencia es mía, y también el caso,
persigo a Kellogg con paso escaso.
No hay mayor fuerza que una mente mansa,
ni peor criminal que el que rechaza.

Soy Nick Valentine, si, eso soy
ya recordado con todo lo que doy.
Un hombre falso con decisión,
la sombra viva de una misión.

Soy el susurro de un callejón,
el humo viejo, luces neón.
El detective sin dirección,
con media alma y convicción.

Soy lo que queda tras el error,
la huella firme del desamor.
Ni synth ni humano...¿Un impostor?
pero aún persigo al mal feroz.

Corazón de lata - Nick Valentine

/// LETRA ///
Hey now, lace your boots, we’re hitting the pitch.
You’re one of five in a rhythm-rich blitz.
No offsides, no rules, just arcade delight,
Flicks, rebounds, chaos under neon light.

Slide in style, the ball’s on fire,
Bounce off the wall, climb even higher,
You’re not just a player—you’re the vibe, the spark,
Flair on your feet, thunder in the dark.

This ain’t Sunday league—this is turbo flare,
Like Messi or Ronaldinho spinning in the air,
From Xbox to PC, we cross with no shame,
You solo the field in a co-op game.

Boost shoes, quick turns, the rebound master,
Every play’s faster, every cheer louder.
No fouls, no flops, just dance and strike,
Every rematch brings the crowd to life.

Rematch! It's the kickoff, adrenaline high,
Rematch! One player, one dream, sky-high,
Rematch! Fifa meets rocket delight,
Rematch! From futsal street to arcade fight.

Rematch! Pass and dribble, sharp like a knife,
Rematch! You bring the heat, you light the night,
Rematch! Stadium shaking with every strike,
Rematch! It’s your move—go win your life!

No campo ou na rua, levo a ginga no pé,
feito Romário no drible ou Pelé na maré.
Na laje, no asfalto, no sol do verão,
a bola é poesia, é pura paixão.

Meu jogo é malandro, é samba no olhar,
com finta e sorriso, te faço dançar.
Como Garrincha no vento, leve e fugaz,
cada toque é arte, o resto é cartaz.

Mas quando acelero, sou raio em ação,
tipo o Cristiano, furacão, precisão.
Cabeçada no alto, foguete no chão,
de Lisboa ao Brasil, é gol no coração.

En el potrero aprendí sin perdón,
la gambeta es arte, puro corazón.
Piso la bola, te engaño al pasar,
como Riquelme en calma, listo pa’ clavar.

Toque y toque, estilo español,
tiki-taka fluye, puro control.
Pero en el barrio mando yo, campeón,
llámenme Iniesta porque el mundial lo gano yo.

Rematch! It's the kickoff, adrenaline high,
Rematch! One player, one dream, sky-high,
Rematch! Castle of cheers with every strike,
Rematch! You bring the heat—your moment’s tonight!

Rematch! Pass with fire, shoot with grace,
Rematch! Take the pitch, light up the place,
Rematch! Fifa drips from every fight,
Rematch! It’s your world—own the spotlight!

Fuchibol - Rematch

/// LETRA ///
Salí del rancho sin nombre ni buey,
con la cruz en la espalda y la muerte en el pie.
Los gringos me buscan, yo no me arrodillé,
prefiero el revólver a un amo otra vez.

En Yuma me vieron con sangre en la piel,
caminando entre muertos con hambre y con sed.
Les dije: “No corro, yo no sé perder”,
y volaron los dientes de un sheriff infiel.

Me dieron un número, no identidad,
un rifle oxidado, y falsa piedad.
Pero no soy dinero, no soy humildad,
soy el que mata esclavistas con su voluntad.

Doce es mejor que seis, lo aprendí al matar,
seis para un muerto, doce pa’ avanzar.
No tengo futuro, sólo caminar,
con el gatillo firme y sin dudar.

México arde y el mundo también,
yo cruzo desiertos con odio y con bien.
No soy un héroe, ni lo quiero ser,
sólo un forajido matando como deber.

En El Paso aprendí a disparar,
a robarles el oro y a no perdonar.
Los ricos contratan a tipos sin paz,
pero yo tengo rabia... y precisión letal.

La Iglesia me teme, pero reza igual,
los padres se esconden tras vino y cristal.
Yo no creo en santos, ni en la moral,
creo en la pólvora y el juicio final.

Cada frontera dejé mi señal,
balas marcadas con juicio infernal.
Mi sombra es larga, mi causa brutal,
y mi alma no cabe en su legalidad.

Doce es mejor que seis, lo aprendí al matar,
seis para un muerto, doce pa’ avanzar.
No tengo futuro, sólo caminar,
con el gatillo firme y sin dudar.

México arde y el mundo también,
yo cruzo desiertos con odio y con bien.
No soy un héroe, ni lo quiero ser,
sólo un forajido matando como deber.

El trato era claro: matar por comer,
pero el hambre no compra mi deber.
Vendieron mi nombre, no mi poder,
y ahora sus cabezas son mi placer.

El gobierno quiere que vuelva a caer,
que bese las botas, que olvide mi ser.
Pero no hay cadenas que pueda ceder,
soy polvo que grita: no voy a obedecer.

Doce cartuchos, seis en tu piel,
las cuentas son simples: dispara y ve.
Nadie me manda, no tengo cuartel,
yo soy tu tormento, soy el cartel.

Doce es mejor que seis, lo aprendí al matar,
seis para un muerto, doce pa’ avanzar.
No tengo futuro, sólo caminar,
con el gatillo firme y sin dudar.

México arde y el mundo también,
yo cruzo desiertos con odio y con bien.
No soy un héroe, ni lo quiero ser,
sólo un forajido matando como deber.

Pólvora y perdón - 12 is better than 6

/// LETRA ///
"O lost kin of claw and fire...
I bleed to become what I hate…
To end what I once revered..."

I climbed the teeth of Jagged stone,
Through sleet and soot, through flesh and bone,
Where silence speaks in ash and flame,
And every echo bears your name.

Bayle the Dread, scaled god of war,
Your lightning roars from mountain's core.
Your wings split skies, your breath decays,
You burned the sun, unmade our days.

You took the path of Communion’s blight,
To feast on kin, to drown in might.
You left Placidusax maimed and still,
And carved your name in mountain will.

Your heart beats thunder, but mine beats rage.
This flesh may rot, but I am the cage.
And through each wound, my spirit sings—
Of shattered horns and broken wings.

Burn me, scar me, tear me apart—
I offer my soul, I offer my heart.
Florissax whispers: “Become the storm.”
So I take the flame, and I bear the swarm.

Curse you, Bayle! Your dread I defy!
Through every harpoon, I scream to the sky.
You lit the world with your storm-born gore—
But I am Igon. I fear you no more.
Curse you, Bayle! With fang and flame,
I carve my vengeance, I speak your name.

Curse you, Bayle!!!

I saw you descend through violet haze,
A broken god of fallen days.
Crimson crackle in your breath,
Each roar a hymn to life through death.

You are not beast, nor god, nor kin—
But hunger robed in burning skin.
The Communion’s curse, the draconic lie,
Turns blood to lightning, truth to cry.

I hear the ghosts who died in flame,
Their bones still sing your cursed name.
I fight not just to bring you low—
But to end the rot that burns below.

The communion took my soul, it's true.
But it gave me rage—and rage is due.
So let the storms rip through my chest,
Your dread shall die inside my quest.

"Curse you, Bayle!! I hereby vow you will rue this day!"
"Behold, a true drake warrior and I—IGON!"
Your fear made flesh.
Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon...
But I will riddle your hide with harpoons!
One for each scream you silenced,
One for every sky you blackened.
With every last drop of my being…
Bayle the Dread…
YOU SHALL HAUNT ME NO LONGER!

Curse you, Bayle! Your dread I defy!
Through every harpoon, I scream to the sky.
You lit the world with your storm-born gore—
But I am Igon. I fear you no more.
Curse you, Bayle! With fang and flame,
I carve my vengeance, I speak your name.

Curse you, Bayle!!!
One final wound, one final cry,
One final storm to crack the sky.
Let me die, but let you fall,
I’ll drag your dread through mountain’s hall.

And when the peak is still once more,
When lightning sleeps and blood no more—
Remember me: the shattered man,
Who met the god, and broke his plan.

"Bayle... Dread no longer...
Ashes remember the oath of Igon...
The flame forgets… but I do not."

Curse you, Bayle! Your dread I defy!
Through every harpoon, I scream to the sky.
You lit the world with your storm-born gore—
But I am Igon. I fear you no more.
Curse you, Bayle! With fang and flame,
I carve my vengeance, I speak your name.

Curse you, Bayle!!!

Curse you, Bayle - Bayle | Igon

/// LETRA ///
Step right up, the game's begun,
Place your bets, let's have some fun.
The stakes are high, the deal is done,
Your soul's the prize when the dice are spun.

In the Devil's house, I hold the key,
A charming face, but don't trust me.
Behind the smile, a guarantee,
A roll with me, no chance to flee.

I've got the style, the grace, the flair,
A crooked grin, a devilish stare.
In this casino, souls beware,
One wrong move, you're in my snare.

Rollin' for your soul, that's the game I play,
In the Devil's court, you'll be the prey.
A charming smile to think you're okay,
One more roll, and you're mine today.

The dice are loaded, the cards are stacked,
Once you enter, there's no turning back.
A deal with me, and your world turns black,
In this game of souls, I lead your luck.

I've seen the best, I've seen the worst,
Each gambler's bubble soon to burst.
They come with dreams, but leave accursed,
Their hopes and wishes reimbursed.

Cuphead, Mugman thought they'd win,
But found themselves in quite a spin.
I played my hand with a wicked grin,
Their chances lost in my devilish din.

The Devil's right hand, that's my role,
Collecting debts, that's my goal.
With every roll, I take control,
Ensuring payment of each lost soul.

Rollin' for your soul, that's the game I play,
In the Devil's court, you'll be the prey.
A charming smile to think you're okay,
One more roll, and you're mine today.

The dice are loaded, the cards are stacked,
Once you enter, there's no turning back.
A deal with me, and your world turns black,
In this game of souls, I lead your luck.

Behind the curtain, secrets lie,
A rigged game under watchful eye.
The house always wins, don't even try,
Your fate is sealed, say goodbye.

I dance and sing, a charming host,
But it's your soul I want the most.
A friendly face, a gracious toast,
Then claim your spirit as a ghost.

So take a seat, enjoy the show,
The dice are cast, the lights are low.
Your destiny's in web and flow,
With every roll, your chances go.

Rollin' for your soul, that's the game I play,
In the Devil's court, you'll be the prey.
A charming smile to think you're okay,
One more roll, and you're mine today.

The dice are loaded, the cards are stacked,
Once you enter, there's no turning back.
A deal with me, and your world turns black,
In this game of souls, I lead your luck.

Rollin' for your soul - King Dice

/// LETRA ///
“We Can Be Whole Again.”

The steel was groaning beneath their tread,
The air was stale, the lights half-dead.
A silent welcome, thick with dread—
They didn’t know what lay ahead.

The crew was gone, no signs remained,
Just trails of rust, and bulkheads stained.
Monitors blinked, systems drained,
All felt off—too cold, too strained.

He called for her, she didn’t reply,
Nicole’s face flickered, a softened lie.
The Marker pulsed, unseen nearby,
And something watched from vents up high.

It whispers in him, a voice not his,
A loop of grief he can’t dismiss.
Nicole’s face fades into the mist—
He screams her name... but she don't exist.

His hands still shake, he sees her fall,
But shadows lie — it changed it all.
The Marker speaks behind the wall,
And Isaac breaks with every call.

A scream tore through the hull like glass,
Then bone broke out from human mass.
The dead walked swift with blades to slash,
Each breath a countdown to collapse.

The lights went red, the doors sealed tight,
Limbs flew loose in a brutal flight.
He aimed, he shot, he fought with fright,
But death came fast and fed on sight.

Slashers swarmed in ruptured halls,
Infants hissed in bloodied walls.
They shrieked like knives, they crawled in sprawls—
Each kill a stain that never stalls.

“Cut Off Their Limbs.”

It whispers in him, a voice not his,
A loop of grief he can’t dismiss.
Nicole’s face fades into the mist—
He screams her name... but she don't exist.

His hands still shake, he sees her fall,
But shadows lie — it changed it all.
The Marker speaks behind the wall,
And Isaac breaks with every call.

He heard her voice in vents and glass,
Felt fingers brush as phantoms passed.
The Marker sang in hissing gas—
He knew the breaks were here at last.

Nicole stood still, with hollow face,
Her words were wrong, her form displaced.
She smiled like death, like empty grace,
And vanished back without a trace.

He screamed in rooms where no one stood,
His hands were stained, still soaked in blood.
No voice could reach him, none that should—
He walked alone through steel and mud.

It whispers in him, a voice not his,
A loop of grief he can’t dismiss.
Nicole’s face fades into the mist—
He screams her name... but she don't exist.

His hands still shake, he sees her fall,
But shadows lie — it changed it all.
The Marker speaks behind the wall,
And Isaac breaks with every call.

Dead Signal - Isaac Clarke

/// LETRA ///
Fue Mariscal de los cielos dorados,
comandó tropas de astros armados.
Vestía seda y bebía encantado,
entre inmortales, nunca juzgado.

Gobernó nubes con voz militar,
pero el deseo lo hizo fallar.
Persiguió a Cháng'é sin pensar,
ebrio en palacio, sin recular.

El Emperador dictó castigo,
del cielo al lodo cayó consigo.
Entre carcajadas del Imperio antiguo,
se convirtió en mito y enemigo.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Cayó del cielo como un cerdo mortal,
su reencarnación fue error fatal.
Nació en un corral sin más desden,
se alzó demonio, que le den.

Vivió en el monte, entre soledad,
sin recordar su divinidad.
Ni dioses, ni hombres, ni hermandad—
solo el reflejo de su fealdad.

Su nombre fue Zhu Ganglie al fin,
glotón y torpe, de barro y festín.
Hasta que el viaje cambió su jardín,
y vio en Tang Sanzang, su destino afín.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Siguió a Wukong con paso desigual,
peleó con rastrillo en estilo bestial.
Sus vicios pesaban como costal,
pero su lealtad fue elemental.

Se quejaba más que el viento otoñal,
pero en la batalla, era letal.
Entre demonios y caos infernal,
fue un cerdo con alma fraternal.

De deseo a devoción, así cruzó,
en cada paso, algo cambió.
Y aunque el barro nunca dejó,
su espíritu noble renació.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

El cerdo y el Karma - Zhu Bajie

/// LETRA ///

They pulled me from my throne in Vegas heat,
Aliens crashed in, now it’s time to repeat.
The bars went silent, the babes all fled,
Till I rose from the couch and filled ‘em with led.

Was chillin' with shades and a six-pack buzz,
Now I'm stompin’ invaders just because.
They blew up my bike and pissed me off—
Time to flex my guns and show ‘em who's boss.

Jetpack’s fueled and my boots are tight,
Got pipe bombs for days, let’s light up the night.
They chose the wrong Earth, now they’ll see,
You mess with humanity? You answer to me.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

I tore through streets with a chain-gun scream,
Blasting pig cops like a one-man team.
Explosions danced where my boots stomped in,
The walls turned red with alien skin.

I kicked down doors and saved the girls,
They kissed my cheek, called me their world.
But I just smirked and lit a cigar,
“Duty first,” said the superstar.

One-liners fly as I blow 'em apart,
“Come get some,” straight from the heart.
With quotes and guts, I carve my way,
Another ugly freak dies today.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

I hit the mothership with RPG pride,
Kicked open the hatch and walked inside.
Their general growled—he died with a crack,
Shot him mid-monologue, no time for that.

The planet cheered, the skyline lit,
Babes lined up, and I loved every bit.
The president called, said “Thanks, my friend,”
I hung up the line and said, “Depends.”

‘Cause peace don't last when I’m around,
Trouble follows where legends are found.
So I reload clips with a hero's grin—
If the world ends twice, I’ll win again.

Hail to the king, baby, I'm here to kick ass,
Aliens invaded, but they picked the wrong class.
Duke Nukem's the name, and I'm all out of gum—
When the smoke clears, I'm the only one.

Explosions behind me, no need to run,
I’m the one-liner god with a golden gun.
I save the world and I still look fly—
Damn, I'm good. No need to try.

Come Get Some - Duke Nukem

/// LETRA ///
Ozma, señor de las esquirlas del alma,
forjado en el exilio, nacido en la llama.
Arrojado al abismo, negado por la espada,
resurgió como voz que jamás se apaga.

Los ojos perdidos sellaron el velo,
ya no ve el mundo, lo siente en el hielo.
El emperador le mintió al oído,
y el caos escuchó su grito escondido.

Khazan fue hermano, espejo y frontera,
el vínculo eterno que todo rompiera.
Pero la traición manchó el altar,
y Ozma eligió el caos para reinar.

Las runas lloran, las estrellas tiemblan,
sus manos deforman la forma y la esencia.
El orden se dobla, la furia lo guía—
Ozma camina, sin dios ni medida.

Maestro del caos eterno,
cicatriz en el plano incierto,
viste de morado lo que fue fe,
haces del abismo tu nueva ley.

Hijo de la negación y el poder,
hermano caído, no pudo volver,
la galaxia te canta con lengua rota—
el trono no espera, la herida flota.

Khazan lloró cuando el cielo cambió,
la lanza sagrada su alma rompió.
El juramento se volvió cadena,
Ozma lo cortó con furia plena.

La diosa Hilder tejía su red,
guiaba el destino, ponía su sed.
Ozma la vio sin ojos ni cuerpo—
ella le ofreció un camino incierto.

Pero el alma recuerda lo que el poder borra,
y aún sin pupilas, la culpa lo ahoga.
Khazán en su carne, Reese en su voz,
Ozma fue hombre, ahora es su dios.

"Na-thur… exilium… oculum fractum..."

— “Todo poder nace del vacío…”
— “...pero sólo el dolor lo hace real.”
Ozma, el quebrado, camina sin tierra,
donde pisa, el universo se quiebra.

Maestro del caos eterno,
cicatriz en el plano incierto,
viste de morado lo que fue fe,
haces del abismo tu nueva ley.

Hijo de la negación y el poder,
hermano caído, no pudo volver,
la galaxia te canta con lengua rota—
el trono no espera, la herida flota.

“…Khazan… ¿me ves… aún sin ojos…?”


Maestro del Caos - Ozma

/// LETRA ///
Whispers crawl in moonlit halls, shadows drip like sin,
Chains of blood and broken calls — a game you cannot win.
Veins afire with secrets dark, beneath the velvet skin.

My past’s a shattered mirror glass, cracked smiles in the night,
Bound to a master’s cruel grasp, craving dawn’s fragile light.
I danced with death, tasted despair, and found a sharper bite.

Fangs that glitter like a blade, cutting ties that bind,
Freedom’s song, a serenade — but mercy’s hard to find.
In every scar, a story told, in every glance, a mind.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Silken lies and wicked grins, seduction’s cruel art,
Playing roles with sharpened sins, hiding a fractured heart.
The hunt begins where trust dissolves, tearing worlds apart.

Sunlight burns but cannot break, the chains I chose to shed,
A curse that lingers, breaths that ache, the living and the dead.
I wear my past like armor forged, in blood and silence wed.

Beneath the mask, a hunger wakes, restless and refined,
To taste the night for what it takes, and leave the dawn behind.
In every step, a dance with fate, in shadows intertwined.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Echoes call from hollow tombs, promises of pain,
A star that fades in cursed blooms, forever bound by chain.
I rise from ashes, born anew, yet still I wear the stain.

Secrets curl within my cloak, silent as a breath,
A dance with darkness, spoke in smoke — between the realms of death.
I am the thief who steals the night, the ghost beneath your step.

Will you fall beneath my spell, surrender to the flame?
In velvet shadows, I dwell, whispering your name.
In blood and silk, my story’s told — an eternal game.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Twilight's Embrace - Astarion

/// LETRA ///
"Yo dude, I brought this ice block!"
"Place it… gently…”

We creep past Headman’s floating skull,
whispers mask what he could cull.
Gnomes begin their sudden run—
each crate crash feels like a loaded gun.

Spewer coughs where cables fray,
we dodge and drag the rot away.
One dropped shard becomes our grail—
as broken keys and nerves both fail.

Apex waddles, cursed and slow,
the duckmask lands—someone will go.
Heartbeat syncs with bass below,
our breath held tight for the final blow.

Silent breath, whispered call,
the cry beneath the service hall.

Retrieve the loot—don’t count the score,
monsters knock at every door.
Huntsman fires—no aim, just war,
we bleed for gold on this cursed floor.

Cart’s half-full, but threats restore,
Hidden stalks with creeping lore.
Reaper wakes with sirens' roar—
we run through dread and something more.

Through shadows deep, the Hidden lurks,
our comms go dark as silence jerks.
Drop the loot and kill the light—
one wrong move ends the night.

A shout—Huntsman's steel is near,
the static cracks, we choke on fear.
We hug the cart, we beg, we plead,
but Bowtie rolls and starts to feed.

Bloated limbs on crates now lean,
we slip behind each metal screen.
A groan from keys not heard before—
fractals echo through the core.

One… two… three…
Don’t move. Don’t...

What was that? Gnomes steal more,
Reaper pounds through every floor.
Toxins leak—Spewer's encore—
we trade our fear for cursed decor.

"*********," one teammate barks,
Apex flares in brutal arcs.
Voice chat cuts through glitching sparks—
it’s extract now or leave in marks.

Rugrat scrapes through metal lanes,
its scream erupts in static chains.
We swing our tools, delay the kill—
the prize dissolves, and time stands still.

Headman floats with jaws apart,
our blood goes cold—we push the cart.
A final dash through pitch-black halls,
each thud behind us nearly stalls.

Peeper gazes—sight turns thin,
hallucinations burn the skin.
A clang, a shriek, then silence rings—
Extraction calls… or what it brings.

Tiny steps, Gnome's grin wide,
loot in hand—we run outside.
Reaper screams, then someone cried—
one ping wrong and someone died.

Can’t stack fast, no place to hide,
our sanity begins to slide.
Crates in hand, the cursed supplied—
did we escape… or just coincide?

"C’mon dude, it’s finally over."

Echo Retrieval - R.E.P.O.

/// LETRA ///
I was born in Caledonia, raised by a curse,
No father, no guidance, just magic and worse.
The DeGroots said I'd be some spell-bound knight—
But all I learned was how to ignite.

At Ullapool, I found my fate,
With a bottle in hand and a thirst for hate.
They said I’d be blind to the man I’d be...
They were right — one eye and TNT.

They taught me the runes, the arcane, the lore,
But I traded it all for the thrill of the war.
Now I'm drunk on revenge and my skrumpy's kiss,
And I blow up regrets I barely miss.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

Soldier’s my brother in chaos and screams,
We share bloody plans and explosive dreams.
I drink to the dead and he shouts to the sky,
Together we charge and forget to ask why.

Spy thinks I’m daft, but I know his game—
He stabs in the dark while I light up a flame.
Pyro just giggles and burns with delight,
But I toast to the madness — we're brothers in fright.

My bottle’s my friend, my launcher’s my bride,
I’ll die in the blast with a grin stretched wide.
No medals, no mercy, no motherly hug,
Just me , the boom and a grave I dug.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

Then came the eye — Monoculus born,
A beast from my socket, twisted and torn.
My hatred took shape, and it knew my name,
A cyclopean curse in an eyeball's fame.

He stole my vision, but left me sight,
Of war, of loss, of endless fight.
A cursed reflection, a bleeding orb,
Still, I aim it,  true — and I never resolved.

I've seen RED rise and BLU men fall,
Watched friends turn ghostly from one wrong call.
But I'm still standing, scarred and loud—
The one-eyed bastard that makes his mum proud.

I’m a black Scottish cyclops, exploding your door!
With a belt full o’ bombs and a lust for war!
A toast to the ghosts that I’ve blown apart,
And a curse on the eye that betrayed my heart!

When I laugh, it's thunder — when I rage, it’s hell,
I’ve got demons inside and they drink as well.
You think I'm mad? Well, ye just might be right—
But madness builds kingdoms of the greatest heights.

"KA-BOOM!…"

Explosive Cyclops - The Demoman

/// LETRA ///
Xeno nació entre cifras, no entre plegarias,
su fe: el grafeno y las ecuaciones diarias.
El fin no es paz, es civilización,
y si arde el mundo... será por precisión.

Alzaron Nueva América sobre ruinas dormidas,
no para iguales — para mentes elegidas.
¿Democracia? Una variable difusa,
Xeno dicta el ritmo, y Stanley lo ejecuta.

A Senku lo vieron: una luz sin estructura,
un rival brillante, pero víctima de altura.
Él soñaba lunas, Xeno las construía,
con mano de hierro y mente fría.

Uno piensa, y otro marca el lugar del impacto,
dos hemisferios girando en compacto.
Ni héroes ni monstruos — solo precisión,
el mundo se ordena si late un cañón.

Donde otros titubean, nosotros disparamos,
cohetes y genes en manos de humanos.
La ciencia no salva, pero reorganiza,
y el fin se aproxima con una sonrisa.

Fue piloto, fue guerrero, fue plomo en el viento,
donde apuntan sus ojos no hay argumento.
Disparos certeros, silencio, un ideal,
su lealtad es una bala — si Xeno lo dicta, nada está mal.

“No fallarás”, dijo él, y asintió sin hablar,
pues su idioma es el rango, el blanco y matar.
No por gloria ni causa divina,
sino porque un “puedo” le basta como doctrina.

Si cruza el cielo, no busca sentido,
solo cumplir con lo que ha sido dicho.
No es un soldado de banderas o pena,
es la sombra de Xeno, su condena serena.

Uno piensa, y otro marca el lugar del impacto,
dos hemisferios girando en compacto.
Ni héroes ni monstruos — solo precisión,
el mundo se ordena si late un cañón.

Donde otros titubean, nosotros disparamos,
cohetes y genes en manos de humanos.
La ciencia no salva, pero reorganiza,
y el fin se aproxima con una sonrisa.

[Stanley]: "Ese dinero lo gané en una apuesta con mi disparo al balón."
[Xeno]: "Lo usé para crear tabaco limpio y un lápiz labial púrpura."
[Stanley]: "No pedí labial, solo quería fumar."
[Xeno]: "Lo hice para que tus labios no se agrieten con el humo."

Eran niños entre planos y juegos,
él con sus rifles, y él con sus legos.
Dos piezas distintas del mismo motor,
mientras otros sentían, ellos buscaban control.

Les llamarán tiranos, traidores, villanos,
por disparar al globo y borrar con sus manos.
Pero no lo entienden: el fin era limpio,
reducir la entropía, no jugar al instinto.

Si falló, fue por orgullo,
si él mató, fue porque leyó el murmullo.
No hay culpa entre cuerpos que ya no razonan,
solo dos mentes que el mundo controlan.

Uno piensa, y otro marca el lugar del impacto,
dos hemisferios girando en compacto.
Ni héroes ni monstruos — solo precisión,
el mundo se ordena si late un cañón.

Donde otros titubean, nosotros disparamos,
cohetes y genes en manos de humanos.
La ciencia no salva, pero reorganiza,
y el fin se aproxima con una sonrisa.

Mente en la Mira - Xeno & Stanley

/// LETRA ///
"No es una roca cualquiera, es la roca de las eras!"

Rueda la gran piedra, eco de una leyenda ancestral,
testigo de las eras, desde Grecia al mundo actual.
Las manos de Sísifo la guiaban con paso tembloroso,
da vuelta, crea chispa, con un pulso titánico y bullicioso.

Torres y cañones nacen al compás del oro,
Minas de oro germinan, promesas y decoro.
Trampas de vacas, molinos, y barriles explosivos,
Están en cada rincón, con la velocidad esquivo.

Baja el mármol, vertiginosa plegaria,
esquiva catapultas, viento y alguna fantasía diaria.
El golpe al portón resuena en otra esfera,
su estruendo es un himno, la victoria nos espera.

¡Oh, rodar sin parangón, piedra del destino!
Forjada en humor, en historia, te hiciste un camino.
Rock of Ages, puente de lo absurdo y lo sagrado,
atenaza a todo enemigo, su alma a sellado.

¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda!

Atlas, Odiseo, Napoleón, Carlos Tercero, da igual, 
cada era se cruza en tu impulso monumental.
Jugamos con molinos, reímos con poder,
y ojalá algún día Atlus, te haga renacer.

Niveles prehistóricos, barro y rococó al viento,
da igual si es medieval o romántico el cimiento.
La piedra baila, rueda todo lo romperá,
Y nadie tras sus puertas a salvo está.

Una piedra viva, la física es su voz:
el peso, la inercia, un pulso atroz.
Quémala, cúbrela o hazla volar,
Tienes muchas opciones para a tu enemigo aplastar.

Planea tu defensa, tus muros han de crecer,
Y aquel que se río de ti harás perecer.
Consigue unas llaves, para poder avanzar,
Y a ciertos bosses poderte enfrentar.

¡Oh, rodar sin parangón, piedra del destino!
Forjada en humor, en historia, te hiciste un camino.
Rock of Ages, puente de lo absurdo y lo sagrado,
atenaza a todo enemigo, su alma a sellado.

¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda!

Atlas, Odiseo, Napoleón, Carlos Tercero, da igual, 
cada era se cruza en tu impulso monumental.
Jugamos con molinos, reímos con poder,
y ojalá algún día Atlus, te haga renacer.

Historias encontradas en cada colina y torre,
Leonidas, la Plaga, Vlad… un desfile de escoria y esplendor.
Todo es caótico, todo el mundo corre,
Con cada segundo, una lluvia de furor.

Tu bólido es de piedra, un canto rodando,
arrasas lo terrenal, el cielo tocando.
Si condujeras así, te considerarían temerario,
la sorpresa de lo desconocido, un juego legendario.

No hay otro juego que mezcle esto y aquello,
humor pintoresco, estrategia y destello.
Es un oratorio mecánico de barro y gloria,
una epopeya sagrada, imposible de ignorar.

¡Oh, rodar sin parangón, piedra del destino!
Forjada en humor, en historia, te hiciste un camino.
Rock of Ages, puente de lo absurdo y lo sagrado,
atenaza a todo enemigo, su alma a sellado.

¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda! ¡Rueda!

Atlas, Odiseo, Napoleón, Carlos Tercero, da igual, 
cada era se cruza en tu impulso monumental.
Jugamos con molinos, reímos con poder,
y ojalá algún día Atlus, te haga renacer.

"Quien lo diría, igual que un niño.
Una roca, da mucha diversión..."

Roca de las Eras - Rock of Ages [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
"El Enclave nunca olvida a su pueblo. 
Alistate ya...para una América mejor!"

El sol se levanta sobre la capital,
la marcha retumba, firme y leal.
Donde hubo escombros, brota este ideal,
únete y hazlo real.

Los muros caídos al fin se alzan,
ya no hay silencio, ya no hay balas.
La voz del Enclave calma sus almas,
solo hace falta que cojan las armas.

Recuerda el pasado que se perdió,
la gloria antigua que renació.
América te necesita, como favor,
tu patria te llama, es tu misión.

El yermo te miente, te quiere en ruina,
el Enclave lo ordena, el caos termina.
Un paso con fe, y verás la cima:
América renace, con disciplina.

América renace, limpia y en pie,
con madre, bandera, patria otra vez.
Sin crimenes, limpia, gracias a ti,
un nuevo futuro para más de mil.

No somos tiranos, somos salvación,
somos estructura, somos razón.
El pueblo va primero, no hay excepción,
solo hace falta esa ilusión.

Tus hijos merecen un techo y calor,
no aprender del plomo ni del terror.
El cambio comienza con tu valor.
entra ya, sin más temor.

Volver al deber es redención,
con cada ladrillo hay decisión.
Sin ti no hay patria, no hay dirección.
un solo chance, lleno de pasión.

El yermo te miente, te quiere en ruina,
el Enclave lo ordena, el caos termina.
Un paso con fe, y verás la cima:
América renace, con disciplina.

América renace, limpia y en pie,
con madre, bandera, patria otra vez.
Sin crimenes, limpia, gracias a ti,
un nuevo futuro para más de mil.

"Prometemos orden.
Prometemos futuro.
Prometemos control."

Nuestra plasma no tiembla, nuestra voz tampoco,
aquí cada nombre vale lo propio.
El orden no pide, pero tiene foco,
únete a nosotros, pedimos poco.

Las torres te vigilan pero no hieren,
las manos construyen lo que prefieren.
El miedo termina si tú lo quieres.
aunque unos pocos mueren.

El Enclave elige, pero tú lo alzas
la nueva bandera sobre las plazas.
Y en ti queda ser a quien la patria abraza,
eres aquel que el futuro traza!

El yermo te miente, te quiere en ruina,
el Enclave lo ordena, el caos termina.
Un paso con fe, y verás la cima:
América renace, con disciplina.

América renace, limpia y en pie,
con madre, bandera, patria otra vez.
Sin crimenes, limpia, gracias a ti,
un nuevo futuro para más de mil.

"Solo un traidor prefiere las ruinas...
Por una América Renacida...
Unéte al Enclave!"

América Renace - The Enclave

She walked where maps forget the name,
through jungle rot and mountain claim.
No trail to follow but his lies,
just journals filled with broken signs.

The tombs were cold, the secrets deep,
where kings and gods are left to sleep.
She knelt where others dared not tread,
and learned to read what time had left.

No tools, no praise, no safety net—
just scratched-up skin and old regret.
But truth, for her, was never safe—
it bled, and burned, and still she chased.

She holds the silence like a torch,
walks through the loss, her path scorched.
Each stone she lifts, each ruin she braves,
is just another life she saves.

Not born for war, but taught to stand,
to dig through earth with trembling hands.
The world won’t see the tears she hides—
they only see how high she climbs.

She’s not a myth, not made of stone,
she’s flesh and fear, and all alone.
The cries she heard, the ones she quelled,
still echo in her mind well.

A mother gone, a world undone,
a childhood traded, step by stone.
The knife, the bow, the crypt, the bones—
each wound a scar that built her tone.

She gave the dead their final rest,
and wore their curses on her chest.
Not for the thrill—but for the right
to bring lost stories back to light.

She holds the silence like a torch,
walks through the loss, her path scorched.
Each stone she lifts, each ruin she braves,
is just another life she saves.

Not born for war, but taught to stand,
to dig through earth with trembling hands.
The world won’t see the tears she hides—
they only see how high she climbs.

A thousand myths, a thousand lands,
she’s held their weight with calloused hands.
Where others see just death and sand,
she sees the story, bare and grand.

Some gods were real, some monsters too,
but none more fierce than what she knew
within herself: the choice to care
when no one else would still be there.

The world will fade, as all things do,
but what she’s saved will still come through.
In ruins deep and echoes wide,
her name is carved—without her pride.

She holds the silence like a torch,
walks through the loss, her path scorched.
Each stone she lifts, each ruin she braves,
is just another life she saves.

Not born for war, but taught to stand,
to dig through earth with trembling hands.
The world won’t see the tears she hides—
they only see how high she climbs.

What Remains of Her - Lara Croft

/// LETRA ///
Banjo strolls in with that goofy grin,
Kazooie’s perched loud, ready to begin.
One’s got the brawn, the other the mouth,
Stormin’ through danger from north to south.

They leap on a mole, call it “training day,”
Learn a few moves, they forgot their way.
Every shiny note’s like a treasure chest,
Though half the time they just guess the quest.

They’ll climb the cliffs just to fall right back,
Trip over eggs on the beaten track.
A buddy team, though they fight non-stop,
Still somehow end up right on top.

Oh, the bear and the bird in a world so weird,
Crash through the doors where danger’s cheered.
From jiggies to jinjos to notes they’ll miss,
The witch's going down with this friendship’s bliss.

If there’s a wrong turn, they’ll take it twice,
Every plan they’ve got comes at a price.
Yet somehow still, through all the strife,
They stumble into a hero’s life.

Grunty’s up high with her rhyming curse,
Every threat she makes just makes it worse.
Her broom’s all squeak and her lair’s all grime,
But they’ll bust in there in record time.

Through snow, sand and a swamp so thick,
They dodge each trap with a pratfall trick.
Banjo’s all heart, Kazooie’s all sass,
Both too stubborn to ever pass.

They flap, they swim, they roll, they dive,
In worlds where barely anything’s alright.
If trouble’s ahead, they’ll head there fast,
Laughin’ like this one might be the last.

Oh, the bear and the bird in a world so weird,
Crash through the doors where danger’s cheered.
From jiggies to jinjos to notes they’ll miss,
The witch's going down with this friendship’s bliss.

If there’s a wrong turn, they’ll take it twice,
Every plan they’ve got comes at a price.
Yet somehow still, through all the strife,
They stumble into a hero’s life.

Banjo says “Let’s go,” Kazooie says “Fine,”
Then roasts a crab while they’re in the line.
They’ve got no plan, no map, no scheme,
Just courage, chaos, and a good team.

They trip over crates, then they ride a shark,
They whistle at bees, they poke the dark.
The quest makes no sense, yet it’s somehow grand,
‘Cause they make the worst plans in all the land.

And still, they win, as they always do,
With pratfalls, puns, and a kazoo or two.
If dumb ideas can save the day,
They’ll lead the charge in their own dumb way.

Oh, the bear and the bird in a world so weird,
Crash through the doors where danger’s cheered.
From jiggies to jinjos to notes they’ll miss,
The witch's going down with this friendship’s bliss.

If there’s a wrong turn, they’ll take it twice,
Every plan they’ve got comes at a price.
Yet somehow still, through all the strife,
They stumble into a hero’s life.

Two Better Than One - Banjo-Kazooie [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
[The Grey Warden's oath]
In war, victory...
In peace, vigilance...
In death, sacrifice...

Blood of the tainted burns in our veins,
bound by the oath, unshaken by chains.
Where Blight devours and kingdoms decay,
we march unbroken, we stand in the fray.

Through ruin’s shadow, through endless night,
our griffons vanished, yet still we fight.
No crown to claim, no glory to sing,
only the Blight and the death it'll bring.

A brotherhood forged in silence and flame,
the Joining marks us, yet some call shame.
Our path is cursed, our vigil is long,
but in the darkness, the Wardens are strong.

In war, victory — though kingdoms may fall,
In peace, vigilance — we guard them all,
In death, sacrifice — the Wardens stand,
our oath eternal, your fate in hand.

In war, victory — the Blight undone,
In peace, vigilance — till battles won,
In death, sacrifice — no fear, no plea,
the Wardens watch through eternity.

The Joining’s poison, a burden we bear,
madness and sorrow are etched everywhere.
Yet from that torment, a power is won,
to slay those demons, till the war is done.

The Archdemon rises, its shadow looms,
armies will wither, swallowed in tombs.
But Wardens gather, unyielding, aligned,
their blades the answer, one sacrifice for it to end.

No king nor prophet can guide our hands,
our oath is older than those commands.
Where others falter, the Wardens remain,
eternal guardians against that stain.

In war, victory — though kingdoms may fall,
In peace, vigilance — we guard them all,
In death, sacrifice — the Wardens stand,
our oath eternal, your fate in hand.

In war, victory — the Blight undone,
In peace, vigilance — till battles won,
In death, sacrifice — no fear, no plea,
the Wardens watch through eternity.

From Weisshaupt’s halls to the Ferelden’s plains,
the Wardens’ story forever remains.
A thousand fallen, forgotten by name,
yet all remembered, their deeds remain.

The Calling whispers, the darkness near,
our end approaches, yet still no fear.
In a final battle, our souls are the cost,
but better to perish than let Thedas be lost.

So remember the Wardens, the broken, the brave,
who stand in the silence, who guard every grave.
Though death may claim us, the Blight shall not stand,
our oath is eternal, our fate in our hands.

In war, victory — though kingdoms may fall,
In peace, vigilance — we guard them all,
In death, sacrifice — the Wardens stand,
our oath eternal, your fate in hand.

In war, victory — the Blight undone,
In peace, vigilance — till battles won,
In death, sacrifice — no fear, no plea,
the Wardens watch through eternity.

And so the Wardens will always watch...and protect...

We Do Not Falter - Grey Wardens

/// LETRA ///
Born from ash, the Wolf takes breath,
A blade in silence, a servant of death.
Bloodstained oath to the Dragon’s Heir,
Sworn to protect, no cost to spare.

In Ashina’s night the banners fall,
War-torn cries through the castle walls.
Father’s command, betrayal’s sting,
The bell of destiny starts to ring.

The sword in hand, the shadows grow,
Through poison swamps and valleys of snow.
Each step a trial, each scar a vow,
Sekiro rises — unbroken now.

Wolf of shadows, parries their flame,
A thousand deaths but still the same.
Silent killer, the night’s refrain,
Sekiro walks through blood and pain.

Chains of fate will break like ice,
For shadows fall but they die twice.
Dragon’s Heir, his final plea,
The Wolf endures his destiny.

Through Genichiro, lightning’s roar,
The Wolf strikes back, but yearns for more.
Flesh and spirit torn apart,
Yet duty burns within his heart.

Corrupted monks in Senpou rise,
Centipede horror behind their eyes.
Immortal curse in the Hidden Hall,
But steel will answer, steel will fall.

Ashina trembles, fire consumes,
The clans march forth, monkeys of doom.
But Wolf endures with iron will,
To guard the Heir, he kills and kills.

Wolf of shadows, parries their flame,
A thousand deaths but still the same.
Silent killer, the night’s refrain,
Sekiro walks through blood and pain.

Chains of fate will break like ice,
For shadows fall but they die twice.
Dragon’s Heir, his final plea,
The Wolf endures his destiny.

Isshin awaits with the storm in his hand,
A final duel to decide the land.

日本の血はまだ燃える,
剣と魂は夜に踊る.
影の狼, 運命を切る,
死と生の間を渡る.

The Wolf endures through blood, through shame,
Every strike whispers Kuro’s name.

Wolf of shadows, parries their flame,
A thousand deaths but still the same.
Silent killer, the night’s refrain,
Sekiro walks through blood and pain.

Chains of fate will break like ice,
For shadows fall but they die twice.
Dragon’s Heir, his final plea,
The Wolf endures his destiny.

Shadow Reforged - Wolf/Sekiro

/// LETRA ///
“Todo hombre tiene un precio…
y yo soy el banquero del río.”

En la penumbra del puerto brilló,
un caballero de sonrisa de pez.
Ofrece fortuna, dulzura y calor,
pero el contrato se firma por sed.

Con su labia te invita a brindar,
“degusta conmigo la desesperación”.
Promete banquetes de gloria y azar,
mientras afila tu condena en acción.

Un sombrero elegante, bastón de marfil,
se esconde en las aguas con porte sutil.
Mas tras el encanto, su boca se abre,
devora tu alma aunque sangre.

Baila en mi boca, oh cena final,
soy el rey del río, festín a tragar.
El sabor de tu miseria es mi pasión,
y sonrío porque mi banquete, tu prisión.

Baila en mi boca, oh víctima fiel,
“¿de qué sirve un alma si no se saborea bien?”
Con cada contrato tu deuda se alzó,
y en aguas profundas tu grito ahogó.
El festín no comienza con sangre y dolor.

El festín no comienza con sangre y dolor,
empieza con risas, promesas y amor.
Mas pronto descubres que no hay salvación,
cuando la lengua enrosca al corazón.

“Todo hombre tiene un precio”, dirá,
y el tuyo fue un sueño que nunca vendrá.
Te engulle despacio, sin prisa, es cruel,
un glotón del pantano su rey.

Caen las monedas al fondo del río,
tu suerte se hunde, un trato cumplido.
Los ojos brillando, un verdor abisal,
la eternidad sabe a tu final.

Baila en mi boca, oh cena final,
soy el rey del río, festín a tragar.
El sabor de tu miseria es mi pasión,
y sonrío porque mi banquete, tu prisión.

Baila en mi boca, oh víctima fiel,
“¿de qué sirve un alma si no se saborea bien?”
Con cada contrato tu deuda se alzó,
y en aguas profundas tu grito ahogó.
De Valora hasta Shurima oyen su voz.

De Valora hasta Shurima oyen su voz,
un demonio elegante en un río feroz.
Los mortales caídos, un banquete ancestral,
en su vientre retumban, fin infernal.

No importa la defensa, la fe o el poder,
el río obedece a su hambre que nunca acabó.
Tahm Kench, demonio, banquero, quizá juez,
rey de promesas que nadie venció.

Y en cada taberna alguien jurará,
“cuidado con quien te quiera ayudar…
pues si en el agua sus ojos ves brillar,
tu vida y tu alma se irán a pagar.”

Baila en mi boca, oh cena final,
soy el rey del río, festín a tragar.
El sabor de tu miseria es mi pasión,
y sonrío porque mi banquete, tu prisión.

Baila en mi boca, oh víctima fiel,
“¿de qué sirve un alma si no se saborea bien?”
Con cada contrato tu deuda se alzó,
y en aguas profundas tu grito ahogó.

“El sabor de tu desesperación…
es un manjar que nunca me cansa.”

Acércate Pequeño - Tahm Kench [Bonus Track]

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