Jon Lajoie - Everyday Normal Guy 2

/// 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 ///
Un huérfano en la sombra, al que Dutch le dio su voz,
Hosea fue su guía, su maestro y su mentor.
Creció entre bandidos, juró sin temor,
ser hijo del oeste, del polvo y del rencor.

Una esposa perdida, a un hijo enterró,
Isaac se llamaba, el destino lo robó.
Cinco dólares mancharon su interior,
y el rastro de violencia nunca se borró.

Forjado como hierro, curtido en traición,
la vida le enseñaba a no pedir perdón.
Guardaba en silencio cartas sin razón,
el hombre endurecido ya era una contradicción.

Golpeó a un deudor, la tos lo delató,
un mal silencioso en sus huesos quedó.
La tuberculosis como sentencia sin voz,
su reloj de arena pronto quebró.

Dutch cayó en sus sombras, su mente...la traición,
Micah fue la víbora que envenenó esa unión.
El padre que adoraba perdió la razón,
y Arthur vio en ruinas su devoción.

Entonces descubrió que aún podía elegir,
no todo era codicia, ni matar por vivir.
Con John y su familia se trató de redimir,
lo poco que quedaba, lo poco que sentir.

Canta el viento en la sierra, un último amanecer,
Arthur carga la culpa, y aún quiere renacer.
Del desierto a la nieve, su caballo lo ve,
el camino a la tumba comienza a arder.

Canta el viento en la sierra, en su pecho el deber,
un forajido perdido que aprendió a ceder.
Con la sangre en camino no buscó el poder,
sólo dar a otro hombre la vida que suya no fue.

Al borde del abismo dejó atrás el temor,
salvó a John Marston como gesto de honor.
El sol en Ambarino quemaba su ardor,
pero el ciervo aguardaba su último fulgor.

Si su honor fue alto, el amanecer lo vio,
si su honor fue bajo, un coyote aulló.
Micah lo traiciona, Dutch lo olvidó,
pero su sacrificio en la tierra quedó.

Su nombre en el viento aún quiere cantar,
el diario lo guarda, su voz al rezar.
Arthur Morgan murió, pero pudo sembrar,
la semilla de un hombre que quiso cambiar.

Canta el viento en la sierra, un último amanecer,
Arthur carga la culpa, y aún quiere renacer.
Del desierto a la nieve, su caballo lo ve,
el camino a la tumba comienza a arder.

Canta el viento en la sierra, en su pecho el deber,
un forajido perdido que aprendió a ceder.
Con la sangre en camino no buscó el poder,
sólo dar a otro hombre la vida que suya no fue.

El ciervo o el coyote lo esperan al caer,
y en el eco del Oeste, su voz vuelve a nacer.

Cabalga Hasta el Olvido - Arthur Morgan

/// LETRA ///
Night vision burns in the blackout rain,
Three green eyes cut through the veil.
Orders whispered, the mission is clear,
One mistake, and death is near.

Infiltration, a shadow of teeth,
Heartbeat syncs with the steps beneath.
No glory, no flag, no creed,
Just the silence — strike before they breathe.

He’s the rumor that soldiers fear,
A ghost in the dark, you’ll never hear.
Third Echelon carved in his skin,
When the war is silent, he always wins.

Sam Fisher — the world’s unseen,
Cutting the truth from the war machine.
No witness, no sound, no face,
Tactical shadow, gone without a trace.

As he moves, the night complies,
He pulls the thread, they will die.
From the wires to the battlefield,
In silence, every secret’s revealed.

Interrogate ghosts with a whispering knife,
the SC pistol's breath takes away life.
Sticky cam watching, optical eye,
No corner escapes, no place to hide.

Lambert’s voice in his ear, command,
A trusted guide through the shifting sand.
But betrayal waits in the coded breath,
Every mission’s one step from death.

Governments tremble when they hear his name,
No battlefield glory, no need for fame.
Just black ink files that bleed and burn,
Sam Fisher moves, the world must turn.

Sam Fisher — the world’s unseen,
Cutting the truth from the war machine.
No witness, no sound, no face,
Tactical shadow, gone without a trace.

As he moves, the night complies,
He pulls the thread, they will die.
From the wires to the battlefield,
In silence, every secret’s revealed.

Family torn by the life he chose,
A daughter lost in the undertow.
Conviction branded, a traitor’s mask,
The hunter of liars with every task.

Blacklists written in morse code,
Sam walks alone down an endless road.
of weapons, of ghost, of demands,
He carries the world in his broken hands.

But this shadow remembers, it never fades,
In silence eternal, his legend stays.
Not just a soldier, not just a man,
But the echo of war no one can withstand.

Sam Fisher — the world’s unseen,
Cutting the truth from the war machine.
No witness, no sound, no face,
Tactical shadow, gone without a trace.

As he moves, the night complies,
He pulls the thread, they will die.
From the wires to the battlefield,
In silence, every secret’s revealed.

Ghost Operative - Sam Fisher

/// LETRA ///
Entre las sombras de los S.T.A.R.S salió,
un traidor elegante, maestro del guion.
Sus ojos brillaban con fiebre animal,
su pacto con Umbrella no tuvo final.

En laboratorios la muerte se alzó,
a los tyrants con el virus creó.
Jugó con la vida como un experimento,
y a todos vendió sin pensarlo un momento.

El humano se quiebra, pero él nunca cayó,
la ciencia lo perversa y su carne marcó.
En su mente la arrogancia, un poder inhumano,
se cree dios sin cadenas, verdugo veterano.

Wesker, visión en la penumbra,
la humanidad arde en su locura.
El mundo reducido a su ambición,
cubierto por el virus perdió la razón.

Wesker, su arrogancia prohibida,
en cada traición su intelecto castiga.
No hay honor, sin redención, no hay perdón,
sólo queda su sombra y su letal corazón.

Su cuerpo parece imposible, una velocidad letal,
la fuerza de un dios con instinto animal.
El Uroboros rugía, la peste en su ser,
y el mundo temblaba bajo sus actos, tan cruel.

Umbrella fue suyo, el paragüas giró,
los héroes caían, su plan continuó.
Chris, Jill, Leon...juguetes de su vanidad,
soldados que nunca podrán escapar.

Él nunca moría, cambiaba de piel,
su nombre volvía una y otra vez.
Un virus eterno, un intelecto frío,
su risa macabra llena el vacío.

Wesker, visión en la penumbra,
la humanidad arde en su locura.
El mundo reducido a su ambición,
cubierto por el virus perdió la razón.

Wesker, su arrogancia prohibida,
en cada traición su intelecto castiga.
No hay honor, sin redención, no hay perdón,
sólo queda su sombra y su letal corazón.

Dios autoproclamado, en ruinas reinó,
la especie humana su error declaró.
Su mirada de acero los partía en dos,
el fin del futuro comienza con tos.

Chris en aquel volcán, juró terminar,
con Sheva a su lado, le dieron final.
Pero entre cenizas la duda quedó,
un monstruo tan frío… ¿realmente murió?

En cada susurro de Umbrella aún se ve,
su nombre maldito que vuelve otra vez.
Albert Wesker, es eterno, no puede morir,
la sombra en tu sangre siempre va a existir.

Wesker, visión en la penumbra,
la humanidad arde en su locura.
El mundo reducido a su ambición,
cubierto por el virus perdió la razón.

Wesker, su arrogancia prohibida,
en cada traición su intelecto castiga.
No hay honor, sin redención, no hay perdón,
sólo queda su sombra y su letal corazón.

Mesías Sintético - Albert Wesker

Whispers of Winter Streets

/// LETRA ///


Painted grin cracked wide, teeth frozen in flame,
Needles Kane locked in, half man, half name.
Ice-cream bells lie sweet, gasoline like shame,
Every laugh sounds wrong, but never the same.

The asylum walls taught patience, taught rage how to wait,
Silence fed the split till mercy learned hate.
Fire kissed the mirror, sealed the face to fate,
Now the mask does smiling so the man can accelerate.

Truck rolls slow, bells swing, road hums low,
Every mile peels rules, lets the bad blood show.
By the second chime, sanity lets go,
Only Kane left driving where the dead lanes go.

Twisted grin, twisted run, sugar burn, chrome crash,
Every prize tastes wrong when the bells ring fast.
He don’t chase peace, he don’t chase past,
He chases motion till the world goes smashed.

Twisted grin, twisted vow, laugh cuts through soot,
Winner’s just the one who survives the route.
Gold melts quick, crowns turn mute,
Punchline hits hardest wearing Sweet Tooth.

Calypso speaks soft, sells wishes like air,
Kane hears permission, doesn’t hear care.
Every deal bends truth, splits fair from fair,
Freedom always shows up already broken there.

Mr. Grimm on the band, Outlaw burns lane,
All of them loud, none of them Kane.
They race for a crown, he races for pain,
Different destination, same bloodstain rain.

Crowds cheer loud for the wrecks he makes,
The movement’s the drug, impact the shake.
Stillness feels wrong, like a loaded brake,
If he ever stops moving, the joke might wake.

Twisted grin, twisted run, sugar burn, chrome crash,
Every prize tastes wrong when the bells ring fast.
He don’t chase peace, he don’t chase past,
He chases motion till the world goes smashed.

Twisted grin, twisted vow, laugh cuts through soot,
Winner’s just the one who survives the route.
Gold melts quick, crowns turn mute,
Punchline hits hardest wearing Sweet Tooth.

Every wish cuts deep, clean slice, no thread,
Winners wake laughing with something dead.
Joke lands last inside the head,
Calypso smiles while the meaning bleeds red.

No cure in winning, no rest in first,
The laugh outruns guilt, never outruns thirst.
Road eats names, spits crowns to dust,
Anarchy rolls on four bald trusts.

Ice-cream bell rings once, then twice, then none,
Game ends quiet, damage done.
Not hero, not myth, not undone—
Just Kane at the wheel till the wheels are gone.

Twisted grin, twisted run, sugar burn, chrome crash,
Every prize tastes wrong when the bells ring fast.
He don’t chase peace, he don’t chase past,
He chases motion till the world goes smashed.

Twisted grin, twisted vow, laugh cuts through soot,
Winner’s just the one who survives the route.
Gold melts quick, crowns turn mute,
Punchline dies wearing—Sweet Tooth.

Twisted - Sweet Tooth

/// LETRA ///

En Antiva el poder aprende a susurrar,
Oro y seda enseñan cuándo apuñalar.
Cuervos alzan nombre como sello legal,
Contrato firmado antes de respirar.

Sangre educada, cuchilla ceremonial,
El arte precede al golpe final.
Cada gesto mide distancia social,
Matar es una lengua profesional.

Tradición heredada en vino y cristal,
El honor se paga en silencio total.
La muerte entra vestida de gala,
Y sale callando a la sala.

Aquel nombre cae con precisión,
La ciudad sigue su función.
Antiva duerme bajo su protección,
Mientras el acero firma su razón.

Bailan alrededor de tu corazón,
Paso medido, pulso en control.
Lujo y filos en la misma oración,
Los cuervos deciden quién pierde voz.

Desde Zevran hasta las casas mayores,
La lealtad se compra con acciones.
El precio varía según sus ambiciones,
La ejecución mantiene proporciones.

Hasta  Lucanis aprende a leer el salón,
Quién manda, quién finge, quién rompe el guion.
La daga responde con educación,
y resolver las intrigas es vocación.

Política escrita entre papel y perfume,
El veneno sonríe mientras se consume.
Cada encargo refina esa costumbre,
Eficiencia elevada en toda su cumbre.

Aquel nombre cae con precisión,
La ciudad sigue su función.
Antiva duerme bajo su protección,
Mientras el acero firma su razón.

Bailan alrededor de tu corazón,
Paso medido, pulso en control.
Lujo y filos en la misma oración,
Los cuervos deciden quién pierde voz.

Para los cuervos, matar es el equilibrio,
Un orden mantenido sin ruido.
El mundo sigue su curso aún tibio,
Gracias a un filo bien dirigido.

Cada pluma guarda su reputación,
Cada misión refuerza esa visión.
Antiva sobrevive por selección,
El caos se filtra con dedicación.

Cuando el telón baja al amanecer,
El público ignora lo qué acaba de ver.
Solo queda un asiento sin poder,
Y un cuervo limpiando de nuevo su alfiler.

Aquel nombre cae con precisión,
La ciudad sigue su función.
Antiva duerme bajo su protección,
Mientras el acero firma su razón.

Bailan alrededor de tu corazón,
Paso medido, pulso en control.
Lujo y filos en la misma oración,
Los cuervos deciden quién pierde voz.



Sombras del Norte - Antivan Crows

/// LETRA ///
Memories coded
Truth overwritten
Steel in my spine, not a choice

Orders transmitted
Violence permitted
Silence replaces my voice

Built to react
Programmed to kill
Peace sold in pieces of war

If blood is required
Then I’ll be the answer
That’s what the blade is for

The sky won’t open
The path won’t bend
The line is drawn
This is the end

Cut the heavens
Cut them down

CUT THE HEAVENS

I choose the fight
With no excuse
I choose the meaning
In the truth

No fate
No script
No borrowed way
This is my will
It has to be this way

Patriots talking
Numbers deciding
Who bleeds today for the cause

Conflict recycled
Profit disguised
Clean hands behind dirty laws

Every excuse
Shatters on steel
Conviction cracks under strain

If violence speaks
Then I answer back
And carve out what remains

The sky won’t open
The path won’t bend
The line is drawn
This is the end

Cut the heavens
Cut them down

CUT THE HEAVENS

I choose the fight
With no excuse
I choose the meaning
In the truth

No fate
No script
No borrowed way
This is my will
It has to be this way

Jack still breathing
Under the armor

I see the cost
I pay it anyway

I choose the fight
With no excuse
I choose the meaning
In the truth

No fate
No script
No borrowed way
This is my will
It has to be this way

Cut the heavens
Cut them down
Cut the heavens

CUT THE HEAVENS!

Cut the Heavens - Raiden

/// LETRA ///

Born before names were carved in stone,
A weapon shaped to stand alone.
When the Vaults were sealed and gods withdrew,
The Guardians waited — silent, true.

Amon rises where balance breaks,
Fire in one hand, frost in the other wakes.
Not wrath, not mercy, not blind command,
Just correction delivered by forged demand.

He does not speak of right or wrong,
He answers imbalance, pure and strong.
Where chaos blooms unchecked and wild,
He cuts it down, precise, compiled.

Fire and frost, the axes fall,
Judgment carved through flesh and war.
Does it for balance, no need to rule
Amon strikes — dual-wield the fools.

When the system cracks, when order frays,
He walks the fault lines, cold and ablaze.
Can't be salvation or a destruction’s son,
He is the answer — Amon.

Eridian ghosts still haunt the field,
Old commands etched, never healed.
Designed to guard, designed to test,
To decide when existence oversteps.

Vaults were keys, not gifts to take,
Power borrowed, worlds at stake.
When seekers tear at sealed design,
Amon moves — the final line.

He does not hate the hands that try,
He weighs the cost, then lets them die.
No malice drives the blade he swings,
Only function, old as things.

Fire and frost, the axes fall,
Judgment carved through flesh and war.
Does it for balance, no need to rule
Amon strikes — dual-wield the fools.

When the system cracks, when order frays,
He walks the fault lines, cold and ablaze.
Can't be salvation or a destruction’s son,
He is the answer — Amon.

He watches worlds repeat the flaw,
Hunger dressed as progress law.
Every cycle ends the same,
Mortals chasing borrowed flame.

If the Vaults fall, if seals give way,
If power bends what should not sway,
He will rise from dormant stone,
To claim the debt creation’s owed.

He won't turn a villain, he won't be your guide
He won't be a god who stands with pride.
Just the weight that history sends,
When balance breaks — and must be mended.

Fire and frost, the axes fall,
Judgment carved through flesh and war.
Does it for balance, no need to rule
Amon strikes — dual-wield the fools.

When the system cracks, when order frays,
He walks the fault lines, cold and ablaze.
Can't be salvation or a destruction’s son,
He is the answer — Amon.

Dual-Wield - Amon

/// LETRA ///
A messenger walks through the center of the blast,
Holding a package where the shadows were cast.
Empire City falls silent as the circuits ignite,
Drowning the screams of a thousand dying lights.

His veins are now the wires where the static begins,
A canvas of blue for the weight of his sins.
The Ray Sphere has spoken in a tongue made of fire,
Turning a man into a live-current wire.

The concrete is humming beneath his weary feet,
As justice and hunger collide on the street.
He ain't a hero, just a flicker in the gray,
Chasing the ghosts of a world blown away.

Shock the world until the heavens start to break,
How much of this lightning can one human take?
Volatile power that no grid can contain,
Running like venom through the map of his brain.

Shock the world while the darkness takes hold,
A story of copper and a heart turned to cold.
Impossible to ignore, a god made of lead,
With the thunder of Empire alive in his head.

He drains every streetlight just to feel he’s still alive,
In a city where only the monsters will survive.
Grinding the rails through the Neon and the dust,
A savior of glass or a demon of rust.

Kessler is watching from the edge of the night,
Guiding the spark toward a terrible light.
Is it a gift or a parasite’s breath, 
To hold all that voltage and dance with his death?

The Reaper is calling from the Warren's deep gut,
Every path forward is a door that is shut.
He trades his humanity for a bolt from the sky,
Watching the embers of his old life die.

Shock the world until the heavens start to break,
How much of this lightning can one human take?
Volatile power that no grid can contain,
Running like venom through the map of his brain.

Shock the world while the darkness takes hold,
A story of copper and a heart turned to cold.
Impossible to ignore, a god made of lead,
With the thunder of Empire alive in his head.

He holds the Ray Sphere in his trembling hand,
The king of a broken and blackened-out land.
The choice is a circuit that he has to complete,
While the smell of the ozone rises up from the street.

The Beast is approaching on a pillar of blame,
And nothing will ever be quite the same.
A million volts pounding in a heart made of pride,
With nowhere for Cole or the city to hide.

The blackout is permanent, the peace is a lie,
He is the storm that is clouding the eye.
A conduit born of a desperate need,
To shock the world until it starts to bleed.

Shock the world until the heavens start to break,
How much of this lightning can one human take?
Volatile power that no grid can contain,
Running like venom through the map of his brain.

Shock the world while the darkness takes hold,
A story of copper and a heart turned to cold.
Impossible to ignore, a god made of lead,
With the thunder of Empire alive in his head.

Shock the World - Cole MacGrath

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Frozen Legacy - Sub-Zero

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