/// 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

/// LETRA ///
"Ah the sun...magnificent isn't it?"
Yeah, we praise it, alway slight, never afraid of it.

Raise up the sun, let it place on the fight,
a knight in the dark, i'm igniting the light.
Do you even praise bro? Glory in my veins though,
Solaire of Astora, i'm a legend in the same cloak.

Raise up the sun, yeah, the golden sign's here,
phantom to your world, bringing hope, never fear.
Step into the flame, i was made to inspire,
Praise the sun, burn bright, we're alive in the fire.

Helm's on tight, got the crest of the sun,
sword's in my hand but my journey's just begun.
Unead in the ashes, my fate is divine,
link the flame and i'll leave my soul behind.

Crestfallenly fall, but i fight through the scourge,
hollows in my path, let the sun be my purge.
Armor shining bold, while the embers ignite,
with the glow of Astora i'm a beacon of light.

Summon me for battle i'm your ally, your kin,
through the chaos in the dark, yeah, together we win.
I'm the knight with the might, your guardian soul.
In the age of the abyss, i'll restore what you stole.

Raise up the sun, let it place on the fight,
a knight in the dark, i'm igniting the light.
Do you even praise bro? Glory in my veins though,
Solaire of Astora, i'm a legend in the same cloak.

Raise up the sun, yeah, the golden sign's here,
phantom to your world, bringing hope, never fear.
Step into the flame, i was made to inspire,
Praise the sun, burn bright, we're alive in the fire.

Some say i'm mad, just a fool chasing rays,
but i'll smile through the darkness, yeah, i'll light the way.
From the Depths to Anor Londo, gods know my creed,
a sunlight warrior, this is all that i need.

I've walked with the lords, i've faced the abyss,
even Gwyn couldn't stop me, feel the fire in this.
Not a puppet of fate, i'm defining my quest,
If i perish with the sun, print it's flame on my chest.

With my faith unbroken, i'll keep moving ahead,
even if i'm hollowed, i'll never be dead.
Praise the sun for the love, for the glory I seek.
A knight of the dawn, feel the fire when I speak.

"If only i could be so versly incandescent,
eternal, burn through the torment,
a phantom, a warrior, more than a moment.
In every flame, there's a story we tell,
with my fire in the dark i've ascended the hells!"

Raise up the sun, let it place on the fight,
a knight in the dark, i'm igniting the light.
Do you even praise bro? Glory in my veins though,
Solaire of Astora, i'm a legend in the same cloak.

Raise up the sun, yeah, the golden sign's here,
phantom to your world, bringing hope, never fear.
Step into the flame, i was made to inspire,
Praise the sun, burn bright, we're alive in the fire.

When the skies turn black and the flames fade away,
look to the Sun, it will guide your way,
for in the darkest souls, there's a light to ignite.
Solaire of Astora, forever shining bright.

Do You Even Praise Bro - Solaire

//// LETRA ////
I was the light that burnt the bright, now i'm feeling the dust.
Once a god in the flame, now i'm dying, i must.
Lord of sunlight, my kingdom in ruin.
Sacrificed it all just to keep fire from consuming.

My glory's in the past, now i'm walking alone,
searing my soul to reclaim what i now,
flames burning low but i carry the torch,
Gwyn's legacy, yeah, still burning in the scorch.

Once the sun, i was the one they all praised,
in Anor Londo's halls where the golden light blazed.
Fought with my might, lead a war against night,
but the darkness won't die if the flame flickers bright.

Rulers came and kingdoms fell at my feet,
now I'm chained to this fire, doomed to defeat,
my children turned hollow and the world grew cold,
and now i'm the last one, left a king growing old.

I fought with the gods, i lead them in battle,
but even the mightiest deeds must eventually travel,
down into the depths where the flame fades away,
I'll sacrifice it all to keep the dark at bay.

I was the light that burnt the bright, now i'm feeling the dust.
Once a god in the flame, now i'm dying, i must.
Lord of sunlight, my kingdom in ruin.
Sacrificed it all just to keep fire from consuming.

My glory's in the past, now i'm walking alone,
searing my soul to reclaim what i now,
flames burning low but i carry the torch,
Gwyn's legacy, yeah, still burning in the scorch.

Now all alone in the Kiln of the First Flame,
the fire in my heart never left me the same.
No gods to stand with, no knights at my side,
just me and this ember where the ashes reside,

The Flame's getting low but i can't turn away,
a father, a king, i must carry the weight,
sacrifice it all, now my soul's in the fire,
a thousand years of power now i burn with desire.

Will you honor the past, or leave it to dust?
Will you praise the Sun, or watch as it rusts?
No matter the end, i walk through the fire,
Gwyn's final test, i'll rise, i'll aspire.

"The Sun will rise again, even if it's a shadow of what it once was.
I gave it all so it could be bright again, to protect, to defend..."

I was the light that burnt the bright, now i'm feeling the dust.
Once a god in the flame, now i'm dying, i must.
Lord of sunlight, my kingdom in ruin.
Sacrificed it all just to keep fire from consuming.

My glory's in the past, now i'm walking alone,
searing my soul to reclaim what i now,
flames burning low but i carry the torch,
Gwyn's legacy, yeah, still burning in the scorch.

Sun Turned Hollow - Gwyn

/// LETRA ///
"Tonight Gehrman joins the hunt"

Bound by blood, bound by pain,
a cursed servant, lost in the game,
dreams become prisions, yet i remain,
a hunter, eternal, chained to the flame.

Live in the dark, i'm the first of the kin,
bound to the dream, let the nightmare begin,
trapped in the cycle where the moonlight sins,
a mourner of the hunt, let the echoes sing.

Swing the scythe, through the mist, through the blood,
born of the plague, now i drown in the flood,
bound to the pale moon i'm lost within.
Gehrman the forgotten, where the nightmare spins.

I was the first, the hunter they called,
master of the blade when the beasts began to crawl,
through Yharnam streets i carved their demise,
Every kill, I delivered, I heard their cries.

The Healing Church called an oath i swore,
to cut beasts and purge the gore.
For every monster, my blade severes,
I became their equal, cursed forever.

Bound by the Moon Presence, i pay the toll,
a puppet on strings, with no control.
In this dream i wait for a hunter to rise,
but I am the blade when the dreamer dies.

Live in the dark, i'm the first of the kin,
bound to the dream, let the nightmare begin,
trapped in the cycle where the moonlight sins,
a mourner of the hunt, let the echoes sing.

Swing the scythe, through the mist, through the blood,
born of the plague, now i drown in the flood,
bound to the pale moon i'm lost within.
Gehrman the forgotten, where the nightmare spins.

A burial blade, it whispers my name,
forged in the fire of the hunter's shame.
Every sweep cuts deep like the curse in my veins,
yet I sweep to forget, I endure the pain.

Born to the church, they called for the scourge,
the blood turned sour and the beasts emerged.
I fought for salvation, for a world divine,
but the hunt consumed me, It's my fate to decline.

Me and my star lost to the flame,
I gave her some curse, turn a soul in it's name.
In her shadow i stand, broken breath.
In this dream of constraint, only builds are left.

"You're just a bunch of strings."
"Dear Hunter, in it's eyes linger truth,
the blood is a prison, the blood is your noose."
"The doll, she whispers to comfort my cries,
but I am her maker, she's my lies personified."

"In the dream...take my blade...set me free."

Live in the dark, i'm the first of the kin,
bound to the dream, let the nightmare begin,
trapped in the cycle where the moonlight sins,
a mourner of the hunt, let the echoes sing.

Swing the scythe, through the mist, through the blood,
born of the plague, now i drown in the flood,
bound to the pale moon i'm lost within.
Gehrman the forgotten, where the nightmare spins.

"In the garden of graves, i wait in the dark,
my scythe in hand, my soul bears a spark,
from when the dream ends, i'll fade like the tide.
Gehrman the first hunter, forever denied."

The First Hunter - Gehrman

/// LETRA ///
Un doce de abril entré aquí,
y tras 2 años no me arrepentí.
Por fin un canal...que me representa.

Goku haciendo sentadillas,
es lo primero que ves,
pronto de ahí algo cambiaría,
un calvo con barba a la de tres.

Saluda a todos, se fija en el first,
que no lo roben, se lo lleven y next.
Un streamer majo de cabeza a pies,
aunque no mire y se caiga más de una vez. (Lies of P)

Este hombre, me representa, (me representa)
apuntate una, dijiste cinco, tu culo a la venta,
un mono calvo, embobado en concentración,
tongos, nalgadas y porros, las claves de esta nación.

Esta no es la unica canción,
de Kouzaka, su chat en revolución,
trenes del hype y bailes a montón,
piedra en tu cara, sin protección,
paga un impuesto si vip quieres ser,
en cara o cruz, un ban vas a ver.

(y ahora que está presentado hablemos de su chat) 
En esta familia, de todo puedes contrar,
Un piromano que el popeye's quiere quemar,
Shaigan busca de quien se pueda encariñar,
Luxan comprate una gráfica ya,
A flyxeon no le  dejan ni respirar,
Kathy la más wapa, no hay más que hablar.

Sus amigos streamers no paran de llegar,
Bollitos bailongos y tocayos a pintar,
Payasas, pelonas, personajes de breaking bad, gringas,
Criatuars como yetis, cosplayers y más.
Una luz que figuras imprimirá,
la mujer flor con más nabo aparecerá, (rosita)
El mensajero de dios por ellos hablará,
¿Lo único que es en común? Cuajados están.

Este hombre, me representa, (me representa)
apuntate una, dijiste cinco, tu culo a la venta,
un mono calvo, embobado en concentración,
tongos, nalgadas y porros, las claves de esta nación.

Esta no es la unica canción,
de Kouzaka, su chat en revolución,
trenes del hype y bailes a montón,
piedra en tu cara, sin protección,
paga un impuesto si vip quieres ser,
en cara o cruz, un ban vas a ver.

Come here boy, Khazan una paliza te da,
en el repo las risas no acaban jamás,
dibuja mal pero se le entenderá,
aunque manu o flyxeon lo expliquen fatal.

Le gusta el  espadón, (guiño guiño),
amante del Final Fantasy, esperando expedición,
Nunca se cansará de a su stream querer un montón,
Es una familia, ya no hay más,
en la que eres bienvenido y querido por los demás,
Uno viene para quedarse, ya no se irá jamás,
Aunque como te despistes te la meteen por de- (mejor me callo)

Este hombre, me representa, (me representa)
apuntate una, dijiste cinco, tu culo a la venta,
un mono calvo, embobado en concentración,
tongos, nalgadas y porros, las claves de esta nación.

Esta no es la unica canción,
de Kouzaka, su chat en revolución,
trenes del hype y bailes a montón,
piedra en tu cara, sin protección,
paga un impuesto si vip quieres ser,
en cara o cruz, un ban vas a ver.

Gracias por todo Kouzaka,
esto ya está fuera de sí,
sigue haciendo lo que haces,
haciendo a tantos feliz.

Me representa.

Un hombre que representa. - Kouzaka96

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 ///
I walked from ash with bloodstained hands,
A ghost in snow, in foreign lands.
The Blades still burn, though buried deep—
I swore an oath my son would keep.

Faye is gone, the boy remains,
A tethered rage behind my veins.
No throne, no war, just quiet breath—
But peace and I... we flirt with death.

I taught him strength, I taught him truth,
But fear the god that shapes his youth.
If he becomes what I once was,
Then I have failed — the deepest loss.

I am not vengeance, I am not flame,
I cast down Olympus, I won no fame.
I walk with burden, I walk with grace,
But make no mistake — I still know rage.

The axe is silent, till it sings,
The wolf still walks, the raven wings.
You test my will, you'll hear the roar:
I was the war — and I am more.

I buried gods, I shattered fate,
But found no peace in any state.
The past claws deep beneath the frost,
Every choice comes at a cost.

The boy, he dreams of higher path,
But gods create their sons with wrath.
I see myself in every fight—
A mirror forged in colder light.

Freya’s grief, and Mimir’s songs,
Remind me how we all were wrong.
Still I stride this cursed road,
And shoulder more than gods were owed.

I am not vengeance, I am not flame,
I cast down Olympus, I won no fame.
I walk with burden, I walk with grace,
But make no mistake — I still know rage.

The axe is silent, till it sings,
The wolf still walks, the raven wings.
You test my will, you'll hear the roar:
I was the war — and I am more.

Now they whisper I could lead,
A god of peace, a world in need.
But titles weigh more than my sins,
And even new tales wear old skins.

My son will walk a different path,
No ghosts, no chains, no father's wrath.
He’ll carve his saga, free and true—
That’s all I fight for, all I do.

If this is fate, then let it come,
I’ve faced the storm, I do not run.
The past is fire—let it fade.
I choose to rise from what I made.

I am not vengeance, I am not flame,
I cast down Olympus, I won no fame.
I walk with burden, I walk with grace,
But make no mistake — I still know rage.

The axe is silent, till it sings,
The wolf still walks, the raven wings.
You test my will, you'll hear the roar:
I was the war — and I am more.

They called me monster, butcher, beast—
And still I stand, my war has ceased.
No chains remain, but scars still speak—
Of years in rage, of gods made weak.

I build, not burn. I guide, not slay.
But violence never fades away.
It sleeps, it waits, beneath the skin—
The curse of gods: to fight, to win.

Yet now I choose the harder road,
Not crowned in flame, but honor owed.
A god not feared, but understood—
Not great by might, but by the good.

I am not vengeance, I am not flame,
I cast down Olympus, I won no fame.
I walk with burden, I walk with grace,
But make no mistake — I still know rage.

The axe is silent, till it sings,
The wolf still walks, the raven wings.
You test my will, you'll hear the roar:
I was the war — and I am more.

Weight of the gods - Kratos

/// LETRA ///
Se alzó del yacimiento tras tres mil setecientos años de piedra,
sus ojos encendieron la chispa que la ciencia quiera.
Con un fluido de nitro reavivó a la humanidad entera,
y el eco de fórmulas retumbó en cada esfera.

De Tokio al nuevo mundo, su mente relucía,
contó los segundos, hasta que el futuro nacía.
No hubo milagro, solo ecuaciones punzantes,
ni dioses ni magia, sólo hechos vibrantes.

Fundó el reino científico sobre islas de ilusión,
coronándose sabio y jefe de su nación.
El legado de Byakuya en su sangre corría,
y la promesa de salvar a todos florecía

¡Soy la chispa en la oscuridad!
¡Mil millones porciento y sin parar!
Del cero al espacio, todo es real,
¡La ciencia es mi única verdad!

No hay milagros, hay comprensión,
La fórmula es, revolución.
De átomos nace la humanidad,
¡Y yo la devuelvo con claridad!

Campeón del Gran Torneo, su astucia va primero,
entre ciencia y valentía trazó su sendero.
Lideró a los suyos, con un alma casi ardiente,
forjaron arcos y puentes con sudor y un hervor crujiente.

De provas de pólvora al acero forjado,
cada invento un paso al progreso anhelado.
Se alzó como uno de los Cinco Sabios del mensaje,
voz y razón para ungir la nueva era de coraje.

Con mapas y engranajes construyó su ambición,
vencedor del caos, tejedor de civilización.
Ni el imperio de Tsukasa detuvo su viaje,
su mente fue martillo, que les sacó de lo salvaje.

¡Soy la chispa en la oscuridad!
¡Mil millones porciento y sin parar!
Del cero al espacio, todo es real,
¡La ciencia es mi única verdad!

No hay milagros, hay comprensión,
La fórmula es, revolución.
De átomos nace la humanidad,
¡Y yo la devuelvo con claridad!

Su pelo de tiza, mirada inquisitiva,
declara: “La ciencia salvará la vida”.
Risa de genio, plan tras plan en la bruma,
cada experimento encendía la suma.

Por cada fórmula, un latido más firme,
sostenía a la aldea como un pilar sublime.
Entre brotes de seda y torres de cristal,
su ingenio danzaba, nunca fue trivial.

Aun en la ruina y crisis actual,
Senku escribe el libro del bien universal.
Con su cálculo exacto, el futuro cimentó,
y en cada chispa de progreso, su leyenda vivió.

¡Soy la chispa en la oscuridad!
¡Mil millones porciento y sin parar!
Del cero al espacio, todo es real,
¡La ciencia es mi única verdad!

No hay milagros, hay comprensión,
La fórmula es, revolución.
De átomos nace la humanidad,
¡Y yo la devuelvo con claridad!

¡Soy la chispa en la oscuridad!
¡Mil millones porciento y sin parar!
Del cero al espacio, todo es real,
¡La ciencia es mi única verdad!

No hay milagros, hay comprensión,
La fórmula es, revolución.
De átomos nace la humanidad,
¡Y yo la devuelvo con claridad!

De cero a cien - Senku

/// 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 ///
"Wake the fuck up, Samurai…"

Born from fire, forged in pain,
A silver hand, a rebel's name.
Left the corps, broke the chain,
Now I scream to fan the flame.

Alt's voice echoes in my mind,
A ghost in code, forever entwined.
They took her soul, left me blind,
Now I fight, vengeance defined.

Burn the sky, let it rain,
Ashes fall, cleanse the stain.
We won't bow, we won't break,
In our hands, the world we'll remake.

Arasaka's grip, cold and tight,
But we ignite the darkest night.
With every chord, with every fight,
We blaze a path, a guiding light.

Memories fade, but scars remain,
A testament to all the pain.
Through the noise, through the rain,
Our anthem rises, a bold refrain.

Burn the sky, let it rain,
Ashes fall, cleanse the stain.
We won't bow, we won't break,
In our hands, the world we'll remake.

“This is our legacy… our rebellion.”


Burn the sky - Johnny Silverhand [SAMURAI] [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 ///
Drip from the void, born of rage and rejection,
A shadow stitched to a broken resurrection.
Clawed outta lab glass, bled through the seams,
We were the silence between Parker’s screams.

Oscorp lies, secrets in their marrow,
Brock cracked open like a sanctum of sorrow.
Not cursed—chosen, teeth like a prayer,
Tongue long as vengeance, Venom the slayer.

“Fames… et umbra… sumus…”

We are hunger — not hero, not fiend,
Built from spite and machine.
We are the breath in your throat when you choke,
The black in your blood when your promises broke.
We are hunger.
We are… Venom.

City of masks, and we ate ‘em all clean,
Priests, cops, capes — nothing tastes like a dream.
We snapped Spidey's web, broke rules like bones,
Turned Hell into home and heroes into clones.

San Francisco to Ravencroft walls,
We howled through their labs and shook their halls.
Carnage came — our red reflection,
But even blood fears our infection.

“Nil lumen… solum sitis…”

We are hunger — not hero, not fiend,
Built from spite and machine.
We are the breath in your throat when you choke,
The black in your blood when your promises broke.
We are hunger.
We are… Venom.

You wore the cape, we wore the corpse.
You called us monster—we taught remorse.
Eddie breaks, but we rebuild,
Together stitched, forever sealed.

We ain’t your villain. We ain’t your pet.
We’re the nightmare you tried to forget.
And if the gods bleed, then so will you—
Your morals rot, your heaven too.

We are hunger — not hero, not fiend,
Built from spite and machine.
We are the breath in your throat when you choke,
The black in your blood when your promises broke.
We are hunger.
We are… 
VENOM...

We are Hunger - Venom [Bonus Track]

/// 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 ///
En la cripta gime el viento,
Drácula acecha en su aposento.
Con estaca y crucifijo aliento,
Van Helsing jura su tormento.

Sombras bailan en la catedral,
el mal se cierne en su ritual.
El cazador enfrenta aquello abismal,
con fe y acero celestial.

Monstruos surgen de la oscuridad,
criaturas de la inmortalidad.
El deber guía su voluntad,
en la eterna lucha por la verdad.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, guardián de la luz!
Tu cruz y espada son nuestra virtud.
En la penumbra, tu fe es la actitud,
protegiendo al mundo de la inquietud.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, sombra del valor!
Tu nombre resuena con gran fervor.
Eres el escudo contra el horror,
el eterno cazador redentor.

Desde Londres hasta Transilvania,
persigue al mal sin cesar su hazaña.
Con Carl, su aliado en campaña,
al lado de la fe torna la balanza.

Enfrenta a Hyde en un París sombrío,
y a licántropos en su albedrío.
Con cada batalla, un desafío,
su objetivo, salvar almas del desvarío.

El Vaticano respalda su misión,
orden secreta en la redención.
Van Helsing, símbolo de salvación,
porta la luz en la perdición.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, guardián de la luz!
Tu cruz y espada son nuestra virtud.
En la penumbra, tu fe es la actitud,
protegiendo al mundo de la inquietud.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, sombra del valor!
Tu nombre resuena con gran fervor.
Eres el escudo contra el horror,
el eterno cazador redentor.

En el castillo ruge la tormenta,
Drácula convoca su afrenta.
El cazador, con alma violenta,
resiste aquella noche sangrienta.

Las novias del vampiro le atacan,
susurros de muerte destacan.
Van Helsing, con fuerza, los opacan,
y con su fe, las desbaratan.

Al alba, el silencio es profundo,
el mal ha caído en este mundo.
El cazador, en su rumbo fecundo,
sigue su camino sin pararse un segundo.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, guardián de la luz!
Tu cruz y espada son nuestra virtud.
En la penumbra, tu fe es la actitud,
protegiendo al mundo de la inquietud.

¡Oh, Van Helsing, sombra del valor!
Tu nombre resuena con gran fervor.
Eres el escudo contra el horror,
el eterno cazador redentor.

Cazador Redentor - Van Helsing

/// 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 ///
"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 ///

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 ///
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 ///
Born of Lin Kuei’s frozen blood-soaked rite,
Tundra’s legacy swallowed by a vengeful night.
His brother fell to flame, now ice bears his name,
Bi-Han rised, in frost forged by shame.

He hunts in shadow, silent and precise,
Scorpion’s spear’s revenge carved betrayal’s price.
Captured for upgrade—cyborg unit in blue,
Mind shatters in ice until Jax breaks through.

Now a revenant reborn, soul chained by Nether’s reign,
Then Raiden’s grace—restored, but born in pain.
Now Earthrealm stands on his frost-bitten blade,
He shoulders sins to mend the honor he betrayed.

Cold heart, colder blade, justice defined,
Doesn't matter what you try, i'll be taking your spine
Ice in my veins, vengeance tempered by creed,
Grandmaster risen to plant redemption’s seed.

Scars cut deeper than frost can freeze,
But I rebuild the Lin Kuei beyond disease.
With honor as armor and Winter’s cruel art,
I reclaim my name—Sub‑Zero from the start.

The night dawned with frost-laced war upon his soul,
Quan Chi’s lie and Shinnok’s rise consumed him whole.
Smoke lost in gears, Frost shattered by her pride,
Betrayal’s cold mirror reflected deep inside.

He reclaims his clan's throne, Dragon Medallion in hand,
Vowed to heal the wounded hearts of his frozen band.
But Frost fell to hubris—her ambition froze her breath,
He laid down cold petals over sorrow marked by death.

A new inferno scorched the mortal fate,
Yet Sub-Zero stood to save from chaos great.
Brother on corpse and wraith, Noob Saibot’s dark grin,
He faced his own blood’s corruption from within.

Cold heart, colder blade, justice defined,
Doesn't matter what you try, i'll be taking your spine
Ice in my veins, vengeance tempered by creed,
Grandmaster risen to plant redemption’s seed.

Scars cut deeper than frost can freeze,
But I rebuild the Lin Kuei beyond disease.
With honor as armor and Winter’s cruel art,
I reclaim my name—Sub‑Zero from the start.

Finally peace broke, a rivalry undone,
He brokered truce with the Shirai Ryu’s scorching sun.
Yet a legacy’s ghosts still whisper his clan’s sins,
He swears the book will close on what the Lin Kuei brings in.

Bi-Han returns in shifting timelines, intent on power,
Brotherhood torn by ambush at their highest hour.
Scar etched by ice-blade—blood frozen in memory,
Now duty demands he stop his own brother’s synergy.

Now the grandmaster stands amid frozen temple halls,
Cries from his students—betrayed when duty calls.
He carves new paths in ice, shaping justice slow,
Sub‑Zero stands unbreakable: cold, precise, in control.

Cold heart, colder blade, justice defined,
Doesn't matter what you try, i'll be taking your spine
Ice in my veins, vengeance tempered by creed,
Grandmaster risen to plant redemption’s seed.

Scars cut deeper than frost can freeze,
But I rebuild the Lin Kuei beyond disease.
With honor as armor and Winter’s cruel art,
I reclaim my name—Sub‑Zero from the start.

Frozen Legacy - Sub-Zero

/// LETRA ///
They say he walked where angels feared to crawl,
with half a map and scribbles on the wall.
A smirk, a rope, and curses bound to fall—
yet somehow climbed out, scratchless, through it all.

He tricked a warlord blind in Kathmandu,
escaped in boots laced up with jungle dew.
Blew up a train, or maybe just a coup...
depends on who survived to tell it true.

One day he robbed a tomb in Istanbul,
the next, he’s going through a Spanish duel.
With relics stolen, stories packed like fuel,
he left no temple quiet, no god to rule.

Nathan Drake, the man who fell upwards through fate,
found cities lost beneath dust and debate.
Some say he lied, some say he tempted hate—
but legends never wait, they detonate.

He chased his ghosts from coast to coast,
each scar a line in poems no one boasts.
He laughed through death and drank with every host...
if luck was treasure, he found the most.

He called himself no hero, just a thief,
but stole from time, and maybe even grief.
A half‑tucked shirt, a notebook full of belief,
and rope burns wrapped like chapters underneath.

With Sully by his side and smoke in air,
they bartered past with charm and reckless flair.
He kissed the edge of cliffs that weren’t there—
then leapt and grinned like gravity was fair.

A pirate king once cursed him in his tomb,
Drake answered back by looting every room.
His name is inked where catacombs still bloom,
carved into myth, not carved into a tomb.

Nathan Drake, the man who fell upwards through fate,
found cities lost beneath dust and debate.
Some say he lied, some say he tempted hate—
but legends never wait, they detonate.

He chased his ghosts from coast to coast,
each scar a line in poems no one boasts.
He laughed through death and drank with every host...
if luck was treasure, he found the most.

He vanished clean, or so the whispers go,
no grave, no gold, just footprints in the snow.
A daughter found his maps—so time will show,
if stories sleep, or simply lay below.

The legends fade, but not that roguish tone,
his grin still hides in cliffs and buried stone.
Where treasure calls, you're never quite alone—
some echoes wear a voice you've always known.

So raise a glass where mysteries ignite,
to the man who stole from stars and fled the night.
No crown, no throne—just truth too wild to write...
and boots still muddy with the winds of flight.

Nathan Drake, the man who fell upwards through fate,
found cities lost beneath dust and debate.
Some say he lied, some say he tempted hate—
but legends never wait, they detonate.

He chased his ghosts from coast to coast,
each scar a line in poems no one boasts.
He laughed through death and drank with every host...
if luck was treasure, he found the most.

One Last Climb - Nathan Drake

/// LETRA ///
Desde el polvo emergió con furia animal,
huérfano en guerra, sin miedo al final.
De la calle al cuadrilátero infernal,
con la máscara al cielo, su grab es letal.

Del callejón salió oliendo a derrota,
con los nudillos partidos por cuota.
Aprendió el rezo con base que azota,
su dios es el ring, su templo, la bota.

La lona vibró al girar su giant swing,
el público gritó ante su fuerza en el ring.
Ataca con furia cuando suena el ding,
y con cada golpe el públio clama

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

El público se enciende, ruge como tormenta,
puños de hierro, una lucha violenta.
Desde la esquina el rey se levanta,
grito de lucha, su furia no falta.

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

Entre cuerdas hay sangre en la arena,
guerrero santo que enfrenta condena.
El ring es su templo, la lucha su fe,
"Y ahí viene el pin...Uno...Dos...¡Tres!"

King I cayó ante Ogre, una brutal verdad,
su mascarada calló frente a inmortalidad.
Pero otro niño la fue a heredar,
y fundió su puño con la misma santidad.

King II entrenó con Armor King, fue brutal,
forjó músculos y calma para revancha dar.
Con Marduk frente a frente se plantó sin matar,
porque el perdón vale más que la venganza al final.

Levanta pesos imposibles, rompe un corazón,
una fusión de furia y compasión.
En cada pelea, guía su devoción,
protegido por el jaguar, músculo y la razón.

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

El público se enciende, ruge como tormenta,
puños de hierro, una lucha violenta.
Desde la esquina el rey se levanta,
grito de lucha, su furia no falta.

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

Entre cuerdas hay sangre en la arena,
guerrero santo que enfrenta condena.
El ring es su templo, la lucha su fe,
"Y ahí viene el pin...Uno...Dos...¡Tres!"

Su gigantesco swing rompe cuerpos sin ver,
cada fibra de su pecho exuda poder.
Es santo y fuerza en el aquí y el ayer,
un jaguar que lucha por crecer y proteger.

Niños celebran su rostro sin rostro,
con puños benditos por un duro costo.
Él no habla, ruge como animal justo,
la máscara es leyenda… y el líder robusto.

Cuando avance su música, tiemblan los fanales,
la arena se tiñe de golpes, leyendas y males.
Porque King camina con pasos gigantes,
y prepárate cuando se pone los guantes.

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

El público se enciende, ruge como tormenta,
puños de hierro, una lucha violenta.
Desde la esquina el rey se levanta,
grito de lucha, su furia no falta.

¡King! ¡King! ¡King!

Entre cuerdas hay sangre en la arena,
guerrero santo que enfrenta condena.
El ring es su templo, la lucha su fe,
"Y ahí viene el pin...Uno...Dos...¡Tres!"

Rugido del campeón - King

/// LETRA ///
“Dicen que los justos renacen entre cenizas y Hancock los gobierna.”

En Goodneighbor se alzó una voz entre ruinas,
McDonough renunció a su sudario quimérico.
El experimento radiactivo forjó nuevas rutinas,
y nació Hancock un alcalde tan cómico y satírico.

En Diamond City vio el odio hacia los no humanos,
su hermano alcalde sembró miedo y expulsión.
Hancock no soportó ver morir a sus hermanos,
y con una droga experimental abrazó nueva condición.

Un “John Hancock” histórico en ropas prestadas,
asesinó al tirano Vic con estrategia y ansias.
Con su militia barrió a los mafiosos y fanáticos,
y emergió líder sobre cenizas cotidianas.

Es el alcalde de los condenados, un rey sin corona,
reparte justicia con mano dura en su empática zona.
Si alguien cobra al débil, paga en chapas y perdón,
pero si alguien hiere al pueblo, su castigo, una humillación.

Amante de la droga, amigo del marginado,
ríe frente al peligro, su moral es de aliado.
Muchos lo tildan de antihéroe descarriado,
pero en su caos hallan refugio en los olvidados.

Los escombros guardan su código subversivo,
una ética rota, justa y la sumisión no sirve.
Prefiere compartir droga antes que un tiro pasivo,
respeta la vida… o al menos la forma en que se vive.

Entró en decadencia para renacer de escombros,
rechazó el rostro de su hermano, su traición en nombre.
Renunció al espejo, al linaje y a los asombros,
se volvió ghoul por elección, el pasado se desprende.

Se dice que ejecuta al juez si viola el pacto,
y que reparte chapas entre el pobre que busca sitio.
No es santo, pero odia ver a un extraño abajo,
forjó un trono harapiento donde anida su mito.

Es el alcalde de los condenados, un rey sin corona,
reparte justicia con mano dura en su empática zona.
Si alguien cobra al débil, paga en chapas y perdón,
pero si alguien hiere al pueblo, su castigo, una humillación.

Amante de la droga, amigo del marginado,
ríe frente al peligro, su moral es de aliado.
Muchos lo tildan de antihéroe descarriado,
pero en su caos hallan refugio en los olvidados.

Dicen que su hermano fue un Synth bajo la piel,
una máscara fría que respaldó la caza cruel.
Hancock vio las cajas y vio la farsa en el papel,
y juró no plegarse a la mentira de aquel.

Desde su tricornio flamea la contracultura,
pueblo de exiliados, de conciencia madura.
No teme a la muerte, ni a la envidia impura,
porque en su decadencia encontró una hermandad dura.

Al amanecer sus calles zumban con vida cruda,
los condenados nacen en su sombra aguda.
Si buscas justicia en la Commonwealth descuida,
pregunta por Hancock… la verdad es tu amiga.

Es el alcalde de los condenados, un rey sin corona,
reparte justicia con mano dura en su empática zona.
Si alguien cobra al débil, paga en chapas y perdón,
pero si alguien hiere al pueblo, su castigo, una humillación.

Amante de la droga, amigo del marginado,
ríe frente al peligro, su moral es de aliado.
Muchos lo tildan de antihéroe descarriado,
pero en su caos hallan refugio en los olvidados.

Alcalde de los Condenados - John Hancock

/// LETRA ///
She walks the dark in a suit of stars,
not for the glory, not for the scars.
Echoes bend where her shadow treads,
planets remember the paths she sheds.

No throne, no anthem, no brass parade,
just pulse and purpose and debts repaid.
The void might swallow, the fire may sear—
but when she comes, the silence clears.

She wears the wreckage like second skin,
forged in a cradle of fire and tin.
The stars don't guide her—they fear her tread,
she walks where prophecies go to shred.

Born where silence replaced her name,
raised by hands not built the same.
The Chozo shaped her with code and grace,
then vanished like breath in vacuumed space.

In ruins that whisper, her boots still ring,
a hymn of plasma and wiring.
Her arm is law, her eyes confess
the weight of justice worn like dress.

She spared the child the world had cursed,
a weapon softened, a fate reversed.
The Metroid clung to something pure,
a thread of hope she chose to endure.

She turned from orders, burned her creed,
for conscience outran command and need.
Federation brass could never frame
a soul who'd rather burn than maim.

And from her ruin, Dark Samus rose,
a mirror dripping in echoed woes.
But even shadow cannot last—
she hunts her future, not her past.

She walks the dark in a suit of stars,
not for the glory, not for the scars.
Echoes bend where her shadow treads,
planets remember the paths she sheds.

No throne, no anthem, no brass parade,
just pulse and purpose and debts repaid.
The void might swallow, the fire may sear—
but when she comes, the silence clears.

Worlds call her savior, but none see scars,
buried in echoes and silent stars.
She speaks in silence, fights in calm,
with every strike a psalm in palm.

Tallon, Aether, SR388,
her footprints mark the lost and dead.
Yet still she moves, alone, precise,
a blade of light in systems iced.

Her suit hums songs no choir could learn,
its skin remembers every burn.
She is the myth that war forgot—
still hunting peace where peace is not.

She walks the dark in a suit of stars,
not for the glory, not for the scars.
Echoes bend where her shadow treads,
planets remember the paths she sheds.

No throne, no anthem, no brass parade,
just pulse and purpose and debts repaid.
The void might swallow, the fire may sear—
but when she comes, the silence clears. [x2]

Suit of Stars - Samus Aran

/// LETRA ///
They found Talbot scribbling a script on the wall,
etched with trembling claws where sanity dared to fall.
A monk’s hand laid him bare with it's palm,
The Entity whispers vowed salvation, but delivered him as thrall.

He was once a chemist chasing luminous bloom,
crafted a nectar from petals to escape an impending doom.
With clandestine trials on killers in a lab’s rancid gloom,
each injection a heartbeat fractured—murdered in full.

A rat bit his marrow, shared an inanimate breath,
and Talbot felt the serum pulse in his veins, already numb with death.
Addiction blurred his memory, now cleaving to its wreath,
the fog claimed him—he became The Blight, undone beneath.

He carved: “Death is only the beginning,”
Yet emptiness filled the void he was sinking in.
The alchemist became the pest, his own flesh corroding ever‑thin,
trapped in The Entity’s cruel design where sorrow’s cycle rings.

Talbot’s ambition birthed his prison, his serum tasted his fall,
He sought liberation yet birthed an abomination for all.
Now he chokes on pulsing pustulas, his humanity a stalled sprawl,
A broken vessel haunted by his craving’s final call.

In memory logs he saw Vigo’s journal—half‑torn, incomplete,
The missing pages birthed a doom he’d endlessly repeat.
He captured killers to test the dosage with deceit,
Each compound brewed obsession, each rush a poisonous beat.

He remembered whispered truths behind sacred halls,
A smile cracked like the ceiling with fading resolve.
And when they dumped him in that den of wasted souls and pall,
His notes gone, he carved his flesh and his mind dissolved.

In The Entity’s realm he hunted hope with serum as his guide,
With injection he twisted minds until identities died.
Now he rushes off walls like a pinballed soul inside,
Talbot buried, The Blight emerging where memories hide.

He carved: “Death is only the beginning,”
Yet emptiness filled the void he was sinking in.
The alchemist became the pest, his own flesh corroding ever‑thin,
trapped in The Entity’s cruel design where sorrow’s cycle rings.

Talbot’s ambition birthed his prison, his serum tasted his fall,
He sought liberation yet birthed an abomination for all.
Now he chokes on pulsing pustulas, his humanity a stalled sprawl,
A broken vessel haunted by his craving’s final call.

He once believed in altering nature, in saving humankind,
But it just purged his body also poisoned his mind.
The Entity lurks in the blossom he tried so hard to find,
Gifted him addiction instead—a fate cruelly designed.

Now, in trials he rushes like a ghost, a chemical shadow’s dance,
His form grotesque, blistered by petals of vain romance.
He recalls only fragments: hunger, serum, a mad trance—
Talbot buried beneath The Blight, swallowed by his chance.

Some say Talbot still exists inside that corrupted beast,
A flicker fighting to escape a prison of savage feast.
Yet each bloom ensures his suffering won’t cease,
His legacy a warning: genius undone, never in peace.

“He chased the cure—and became the plague.”

He carved: “Death is only the beginning,”
Yet emptiness filled the void he was sinking in.
The alchemist became the pest, his own flesh corroding ever‑thin,
trapped in The Entity’s cruel design where sorrow’s cycle rings.

Talbot’s ambition birthed his prison, his serum tasted his fall,
He sought liberation yet birthed an abomination for all.
Now he chokes on pulsing pustulas, his humanity a stalled sprawl,
A broken vessel haunted by his craving’s final call.

He Who Burns the Cure - The Blight

/// LETRA ///
"Pull it... foil it... sleeve it... bliss."

You walk in the door, shelves glow with cardboard dreams,
Booster after booster, chasing holo gleams.
The bell chimes low—customers shuffle in teams,
Coin flips, sleeve clinks, building shop‑floor schemes.

Price at margin, boost stock flow,
Keep the stinky ones two tiles below.
Poster art modded, cards in a row,
That Tetramon rare? Not letting it go.

NPC offers, weird and bold,
Trades you foil for a slab of mold.
Countertop sticky, the AC's cold,
But business is up and your shelf's pure gold.

Tetramon packs pop open in your haze,
Rare card in the deck — leaving you to amaze.
Booster bliss, trading kicks, strategy and praise,
In your cozy TCG shop you spend Saturdays.

Holofoil shine in a booster box,
you frame that pull like a trophy, bro.
Buy low, sell high, let the meta flow,
This binder life’s got that pro‑shop glow.

You save the rares, you flip the bulk,
Track price trends in a spreadsheet hulk.
Tournament night, your regulars talk,
Deck tech wars and cardboard chalk.

Open packs with a trembling hand,
Praying for foil from the booster band.
A ghost-type holo from a cursed brand—
You price it high, and they still demand.

Staff restock with minor flair,
Knock over plushies without a care.
But they sleeve like pros, so you let it spare,
And customers love that nostalgic air.

Tetramon packs pop open in your haze,
Rare card in the deck — leaving you to amaze.
Booster bliss, trading kicks, strategy and praise,
In your cozy TCG shop you spend Saturdays.

Holofoil shine in a booster box,
you frame that pull like a trophy, bro.
Buy low, sell high, let the meta flow,
This binder life’s got that pro‑shop glow.

"Hahaha, let's go to the card shop and duel...!!!" [Distant laugther]

Stockroom's chaos, but you know the zone,
Rtacking ultrarare pulls like a cardboard throne.
You built this shop with cards alone,
Now you rule the weekend 'cause it’s well-known.

Display case glows, the fridge hums light,
Snack bar pops, and sleeves snap tight.
That kid pulled gold, eyes pure delight—
You remember that feeling, pure and bright.

So you clock out slow, mop the floor,
Update your wishlist, restock some more.
Life in a shop with your heart as core,
Where decks get shuffled...A legend's store.

Tetramon packs pop open in your haze,
Rare card in the deck — leaving you to amaze.
Booster bliss, trading kicks, strategy and praise,
In your cozy TCG shop you spend Saturdays.

Holofoil shine in a booster box,
you frame that pull like a trophy, bro.
Buy low, sell high, let the meta flow,
This binder life’s got that pro‑shop glow.

"Collect… trade… dream… bliss..."

One Booster at a Time - TCG Card Shop Sim [Bonus Track]

From a turret's perspective.

/// LETRA ///
I’ve seen you stroll in, all polish and poise,
Atlas steady, P-Body full of noise.
Doors that whisper, floors that sigh,
and places you fall… oh, so high.

Buttons wait for careful feet to press,
while somewhere above… well, you’ll guess.
Ping, jump, vanish through the blue,
what happens next is between me and you.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, my favorite view,
two test subjects, shiny and new.
Through light and shadow, through silence and flame,
you’re smiling ‘cause losing still feels like a game.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, I wish I could go,
to drift through the air in that portal show.
But I’ll stay in my corner, just humming along,
while you pass the next test to my turret song.

A cube drifts past, then it’s gone from sight,
the floor here’s thinner than it looks—just right.
Funnels twist, the air feels strange,
you’re moving fast through a shifting range.

We hum in time to the chamber’s tone,
you never quite walk the way you’re shown.
Some find the end, some never start,
I’m certain you’ll play your part.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, my favorite view,
two test subjects, polished and true.
Through beams that hum, through traps without name,
you’re smiling ‘cause danger’s just part of the game.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, I wish I could go,
to spin through the air in that portal show.
But I’ll stay in my corner, still humming along,
while you pass the next test to my turret song.

The plates will fling, the lights will fade,
you’ll hear a sound that someone made.
Faith leaps high, a door unlocks,
I count the seconds, tick by tick, clock by clock.

She speaks above, her voice so dry,
and you keep moving, though you don’t know why.
Still, I’m here, my aim held true,
watching, waiting, smiling… for you.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, my favorite view,
two test subjects, shiny and new.
Through steel and silence, through puzzles and flame,
you’re smiling ‘cause ending still feels like a game.

Oh Atlas and P-Body, I wish I could go,
to fly through the air in that portal show.
But I’ll stay in my corner, forever along,
while you pass the next test to my turret song.

Goodbye...

Partner Puzzles - P-Body & Atlas [Bonus Track]

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