/// LETRA ///
Chosen child, prophecy betrayed,
Mustafar burning, destiny remade.
Brother struck down, the ashes remain,
From the flames a shadow gained.

Breath of iron, lungs of smoke,
Chains of power, promises broke.
Cloaked in terror, servant and lord,
A saber crimson becomes his sword.

Darth Vader! Fear across the stars,
Breaker of empires, master of wars!
Darth Vader! Born in pain and fire,
The Dark Side’s will, the Empire’s pyre!

The Jedi hunted, temples fall,
Young and old, he slaughters all.
Order Sixty-Six fulfilled by hand,
A thousand voices silenced in the sand.

Across the void, rebellion crushed,
Worlds in silence, hope is hushed.
The shadow’s hand, the Emperor’s blade,
An empire eternal in fear is made.

Darth Vader! Fear across the stars,
Breaker of empires, master of wars!
Darth Vader! Born in pain and fire,
The Dark Side’s will, the Empire’s pyre!

"I am your father!"
The words divide the light.
"I am your father!"
The end of Jedi might.
"I am your father!"
The bloodline bound in chains.
"I am your father!"
The galaxy remains!

Fortress rises on Mustafar’s stone,
A citadel carved, of blackened bone.
Visions haunt him, Padmé’s cries,
But mercy died as the old self dies.

Apprentice fallen, Ahsoka stands,
Their sabers clash with broken hands.
The mask is torn, the scar revealed,
The man is gone, the wound unhealed.

Darth Vader! Fear across the stars,
Breaker of empires, master of wars!
Darth Vader! Born in pain and fire,
The Dark Side’s will, the Empire’s pyre!

Darth Vader! Fear across the stars,
Breaker of empires, master of wars!
Darth Vader! Born in pain and fire,
The Dark Side’s will, the Empire’s pyre!

Darth Vader! Fortress black remains,
A legend written in blood and chains!
Darth Vader! Forever will command,
The fist of iron across the land!

Shadow of Skywalker - Darth Vader

/// LETRA ///
On Veldin’s dust, a Lombax dreamed,
Engines sparked and metal gleamed.
Found in the wreckage, a robot small,
Together they rose, defying the fall.

[Ratchet:]Chairman Drek sought worlds to consume,
Factories spread their endless gloom.
But Ratchet and Clank tore through that fire,
[Clank:]Bolts became sparks of a greater desire.

Hoverboots blaze on the city skyes,
Grindrails sing and the sparks quite mild.
Through nebula storms, they tear the night,
starbound chaos collides in the fight.

Ratchet & Clank — a duo unchained,
From the R.Y.N.O storms to galaxies drained.
Groovitron spinning, the fools obey,
Collect the bolts so they will stay.

Ratchet & Clank — through rifts they race,
OmniWrench hits in every place.
Enemies falter, dimensions bend,
Legends eternal, no war can end.

Mr. Zurkon laughs as the shots ignite,
Pyrocitor flames paint the sky alight.
Morph-O-Ray clucks, foes scatter in dread,
While the Tesla Claw crackles, striking them dead.

Dr. Nefarious schemes in his synthetic rage,
Qwark strikes a pose so the audience's amaze.
But behind the mask, true heroes reign,
Inventing resistance with bolts and chains.

Aphelion soars through the rifted skies,
Rivet and Kit with rebellion’s cries.
Through time and stars, their bond holds fast,
A partnership forged to forever last.

Ratchet & Clank — a duo unchained,
From the R.Y.N.O storms to galaxies drained.
Groovitron spinning, the fools obey,
Collect the bolts so they will stay.

Ratchet & Clank — through rifts they race,
OmniWrench hits in every place.
Enemies falter, dimensions bend,
Legends eternal, no war can end.

From arena floors where gladiators fall,
To pirate fleets with their endless brawl.
Planets in peril, dimensions torn,
Heroes arise where legends are born.

With raritanium glow, the weapons grow,
Every upgrade sparks, every bolt will flow.
In cosmic rhythm, their story’s sung,
A galaxy dances, forever young.

Qwark may boast, but the truth is clear,
Ratchet and Clank are the names we cheer.
Their souls always up like eternal flames,
Across the stars, all remember their names.

Ratchet & Clank — a duo unchained,
From the R.Y.N.O storms to galaxies drained.
Groovitron spinning, the fools obey.

Ratchet & Clank — through rifts they race,
OmniWrench hits in every place.
Enemies falter, dimensions bend,
Legends eternal, no war can end.

Starbound Chaos - Ratchet & Clank

/// 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 ///
Del vientre ígneo talló las costas del mundo,
alzando tierra donde el mar fue profundo;
las placas en marcha bajo un paso hondo,
El señor del Continente, el hueso del mundo.

Cuando despierta, el sol aparece,
la roca se agrieta, las fallas se sienten;
ceniza en el alba, la luz de una estrella,
y el mar retrocede ante su presencia.

Kyogre levanta diluvios del cielo,
chocan sus reinos en duelo primero;
los truenos en Hoenn, el volcán ruge,
la mar se siente, un duelo que el mundo cubre

Forjador y ruina, su nombre en erupción,
Groudon abre abismos con cada pulsación;
si su latido suena no hay donde correr,
la tierra se levanta y al mar no deja ver.

Como un Kaiju con sangre mineral,
extingue las mareas con su sol primordial;
cuando su sombra pase solo habrá una señal:
el temblor antiguo de la subida terrenal.

Antorchas carmesí, emblemas al andar,
despiertan lo enterrado en la Cámara Abisal;
El equipo magma quiere el mar devorar,
y Arrecípolis grita, a punto de quebrar.

Crece la tierra en una regresión sin fin,
magma por las venas, obsidiana en su festín;
La Tierra del Ocaso corona su perfil,
y el Filo del Abismo parte el suelo carmesí.

La corteza y los montes rugen al compás,
los ríos se vuelven polvo frente al sol voraz;
ciudades hechas trizas, gente sin hogar,
la brújula enloquece, no hay norte al caminar.

Forjador y ruina, su nombre en erupción,
Groudon abre abismos con cada pulsación;
si su latido suena no hay donde correr,
la tierra se levanta y al mar no deja ver.

Como un Kaiju con sangre mineral,
extingue las mareas con su sol primordial;
cuando su sombra pase solo habrá una señal:
el temblor antiguo de la subida terrenal.

Tierra contra océano, diluvio y sequedad,
Kyogre y Groudon quiebran la realidad;
Hoenn se desgarra por pura dualidad,
las nubes caen rotas...no tienen piedad.

Desde el Pilar Celeste se oye un clamor,
plegarias de un pueblo que invoca al protector;
los muros del pilar tallan su rumor,
Rayquaza desciende como hermano mayor.

Su ráfaga detiene la furia abismal,
la lucha se disuelve cual pacto ancestral;
Groudon vuelve a su roca, en sueño mineral,
dejando una nueva cicatriz en el mapa terrenal.

No es su final, su ley siempre volverá:
si el continente tiembla, su nombre sonará;
cuando arda la costa, la tierra se alzará,
y el mundo recordará quién lo despertará.

Ya no tanto un mito primordial,
ni santo ni demonio: dios de todo terrenal;
si pisa tu era con su paso bestial,
callad y escuchad…Groudon, sol abismal. .

El Rompedor Primigenio - Groudon

/// LETRA ///
Born of blood, a body raw,
A fragile heart against the law.
She was stolen, torn away,
With Fetus' laugh, the world decays.

Walls of blades, his daily tomb,
Respawns echo as they bloom.
Love’s the fire that fuels his pain,
He will run and run again.

Grinders spin, the floors collapse,
Salt and fire lay their traps.
Lil’ Slugger roars with might,
Chad erupts a crimson night.

Brownie’s shadow taunts his name,
Dark World mirrors twist the same.
Every wound a brand of love,
Every scar a vow above.

Cut apart, rebuilt in frame,
Every death repeats the game.
Blood and bandage, burning core,
He will run forevermore.

Screams of steel and shattered ground,
Lives reset without a sound.
Through the saws his heart won’t slow,
Meat Boy runs — he’ll never let go.

Salt Factory burns the sky,
Clones emerge and multiply.
Dr. Fetus waits in spite,
Crown of hate, machine of blight.

Final gauntlet, climb the wall,
Through the storm he gives it all.
At the end, their hearts unite,
Bloodied hero, scarred but bright.

Cut apart, rebuilt in frame,
Every death repeats the game.
Blood and bandage, burning core,
He will run forevermore.

Screams of steel and shattered ground,
Lives reset without a sound.
Through the saws his heart won’t slow,
Meat Boy runs — he’ll never let go.

Meat on the Run - Super Meat Boy [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
I was born from the tide where the reef breaks bones,
The jungle raised me, the cartel took my home.
Blood on my hands, a family betrayed,
Drowned myself in the drugs I made.

Needles bit deep, the poison was mine,
Hoyt pulled the chains, had to dance on his line.
I made the island my altar of pain,
Every scream in the night repeated my name.

Jason came walking, wide eyes in the dark,
A lamb in the slaughter, I sharpened his spark.
He thought he was hunting, thought he was free,
But the island eats everyone — just like me.

You followed the trail thinking you’d be the cure,
But the deeper you went, the less you were sure.
The island don’t change — it just carves out your name,
And laughs while you’re burning inside of its game.

Jason or Vaas, it’s the same old song,
The weak disappear, the strong play along.
You kill me, you try, but the echoes remain,
This island is madness — and it speaks my name.

The caves are my chapel, the drugs are my gods,
Every hit pulls the strings, every kill gets applause.
Hoyt fed my hunger, but chained my skin,
I was his dog, but the teeth stayed in.

Jason, my mirror, I saw it in his face,
The rage, the hunger, the hunter’s place.
I cut him, I drowned him, I swore he would break,
But insanity circles — it gives what it takes.

You are me and I am you, screams in his ear,
He saw my reflection, his own greatest fear.
This island decides who lives and who dies,
The jungle keeps score and it never lies.

You followed the trail thinking you’d be the cure,
But the deeper you went, the less you were sure.
The island don’t change — it just carves out your name,
And laughs while you’re burning inside of its game.

Jason or Vaas, it’s the same old song,
The weak disappear, the strong play along.
You kill me, you try, but the echoes remain,
This island is madness — and it speaks my name.

The knife slid easy, my blood hit the floor,
But death on this island just opens a door.
Jason ascended, the student, the heir,
My ghost stayed laughing behind his ear.

The boats still carry the cries I wrote,
The jungle sings back every word I spoke.
You kill me, you try, but you’ll never be free,
‘Cause once you hear the island — you always hear me.

Insanity circles, the wheel turns tight,
Day bleeds to day, since there is no night.
Jason or Vaas, it’s all the same,
The island remembers, it whispers my name.

"Did i ever tell you the definition... of insanity?"

You followed the trail thinking you’d be the cure,
But the deeper you went, the less you were sure.
The island don’t change — it just carves out your name,
And laughs while you’re burning inside of its game.

Jason or Vaas, it’s the same old song,
The weak disappear, the strong play along.
You kill me, you try, but the echoes remain,
This island is madness — and it speaks my name.

Definition of Insanity - Vaas Montenegro

/// LETRA ///
Steel lungs grinding, corridors shake,
the echo of orders he can’t forsake.
A soldier shattered, bound in rage,
his story carved on a bloodstained page.

Boots that hammer like judgment drums,
he hunts the halls where no light comes.
Each breath a growl, each step a decree,
a soldier damned to his own liturgy.

Hands like wreckage, veins like ropes,
he drags the lost, cuts down their hope.
Once sworn to guard, now sworn to kill,
he's never silent, enforced by will.

Little pig, little pig — nowhere to run,
the hunt’s not over, it’s only begun.
Marching grunts with every breath,
Walker delivers the gospel of death.

Engines grinding, the walls in mass,
his hands are judgment, his grip won’t lapse.
Discipline twisted, the strong devour,
the weak, he is the warden of power.

You may see a shadow before his breath,
discipline twisted into sudden death.
Each stomp a signal, each breath a threat,
the soldier hunts — no one forgets.

An ex-Marine broken, muscle now steel,
orders perverted, his justice is real.
No flags, no honor, just blood on the floor,
a war without purpose, a veteran of gore.

A "Little pig" as warning, follows no law,
the hunted crumble beneath his maw.
From orders once sworn to orders now lost,
he enforces the purge, no matter the cost.

Little pig, little pig — nowhere to run,
the hunt’s not over, it’s only begun.
Marching grunts with every breath,
Walker delivers the gospel of death.

Engines grinding, the walls in mass,
his hands are judgment, his grip won’t lapse.
Discipline twisted, the strong devour,
the weak, he is the warden of power.

And so he chases Miles up, every place confound,
through the asylum and the sewers around.
He can run, he can hide, but never escape,
and if he's caught, his head pops off today.

One more chase, with the noseless at last,
one final roar, gotta get away fast.
The white walls of the lab, might blind his sight,
but Walker will always remain, close on by.

Then the Walrider strikes, and his body breaks,
yet even dying, he never lost the chase.
Through shattered ribs, in the vent he flows,
and now a pool of blood, it's all he shows.

Little pig, little pig — nowhere to run,
the hunt’s not over, it’s only begun.
Marching grunts with every breath,
Walker delivers the gospel of death.

Engines grinding, the walls in mass,
his hands are judgment, his grip won’t lapse.
Discipline twisted, the strong devour,
the weak, he is the warden of power.

Little Pig - Chris Walker

/// LETRA ///
From the Abyss they rose, born of void and silent grief,
A vessel discarded, yet in their shell lay belief.
With a cracked nail in hand, they tread through glands and mist,
Hallownest’s wounds before them—each shadow dismissed.

Memory scattered, half-forgotten in drift,
A ghost walking under fungal remnant and rifts.
Driven by something beyond command or whispered plea,
They carve truth from crumbling walls in bloody decree.

Every strike a question, every power a plea for sight,
Unraveling a kingdom swallowed by dreamless blight.
Silent yet resolute, their presence shapes what’s to be,
In every step, Hallownest’s fate—and its destiny.

Knight of the Void, unwritten and unbound,
You wear the broken crown where fate is found.
Protector of light that the infection marred,
You carve your name in the dark, forever starred.

Wielder of Soul, dream’s final decree,
Your blade writes endings no bug could foresee.
In Hallownest’s heartbeat, your silence is loud,
and with every  bug defeated you're making us proud.

You strike down the Dreamers whose vigil chained the thorn,
Dispelling their lullabies that cursed the newborn scorn.
Through the city of tears and the pale king’s hollow seat,
You reclaim the seals with tireless feet.

In shadowed branches, Hornet’s thread is spun,
Challenging your mettle—two destinies begun.
Yet when memory surges with the Pale King’s final breath,
You stand reborn, with purpose bound in death.

Void Heart in hand, the fracture mends to whole,
You unite the abyss, merging vessel and soul.
No longer hollow, your will alone decides,
To heal or to silence the Radiant lies.

Knight of the Void, unwritten and unbound,
You wear the broken crown where fate is found.
Protector of light that the infection marred,
You carve your name in the dark, forever starred.

Wielder of Soul, dream’s final decree,
Your blade writes endings no bug could foresee.
In Hallownest’s heartbeat, your silence is loud,
and with every  bug defeated you're making us proud.

In the echoes of radiance, your sacrifice gleams,
Your shell sealed in stillness to end the dreamer’s screams.
And some endings whisper in hushed, broken tones,
That out of the void, only the mask remains, alone.

Or else, in a flash of “dream no more”, a resolute blow,
You swallow the Radiance—void’s final echo.
Both villain and savior becoming the same,
A silent guardian extinguishing that flame.

In empty halls that once echoed with plague,
Your story endures, a silent crusade.
Beyond your cloak and your nail, beyond mortal art,
Your journey is the path of a world you restart.

Knight of the Void, unwritten and unbound,
You wear the broken crown where fate is found.
Protector of light that the infection marred,
You carve your name in the dark, forever starred.

Wielder of Soul, dream’s final decree,
Your blade writes endings no bug could foresee.
In Hallownest’s heartbeat, your silence is loud,
and with every  bug defeated you're making us proud.

The Last Vessel - The Knight

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