/// 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 ///
From Bronx streets to steel-blooded beast,
He rose where flesh and machine convened.
Rocket fire turned him into chrome,
A merc without mercy, Arasaka's throne.

No empathy remains in his gutted core,
Just metal sinew and cold circuitry war.
He walks in boots that crush hope beneath,
A living canon, humanity's wreath.

They called him Smasher—atom to steel,
Only his brain clings to what's real.
Meat dust in memory, metal assured,
He stands unfeeling, utterly obscured.

I am metal wrath, the executioner’s eyes,
Meatless champion, where mercy dies.
No pulse, no plea, just mechanized might,
Steel-clad vengeance ripping through the night.

I am the end of the weak flesh’s dream,
In chrome we trust—death’s roaring machine.

He wears Arasaka’s broken creed,
Erasing threats with clinical speed.
He killed Silverhand, ended legends’ spark,
Corporate butcher, void of heart.

High-functioning cyber-psycho’s name,
Sadist perfected, no fear, no shame.
Meatless terror walking the gleaming steel,
Forever a monster, forever unreal.

I am metal wrath, the executioner’s eyes,
Meatless champion, where mercy dies.
No pulse, no plea, just mechanized might,
Steel-clad vengeance ripping through the night.

I am the end of the weak flesh’s dream,
In chrome we trust—death’s roaring machine.

He towers over Arasaka’s broken soul,
Once gang punk, now full borg control.
Enemies cower at his name unspoken,
A relic of terror, humanity broken.

Night City’s horror made flesh in chrome,
He’s not lost—he chose steel over home.
We survived the chaos, but he survived us all,
Murder incarnate, unstoppable, enthralled.

I am metal wrath, the executioner’s eyes,
Meatless champion, where mercy dies.
No pulse, no plea, just mechanized might,
Steel-clad vengeance ripping through the night.

I am the end of the weak flesh’s dream,
In chrome we trust—death’s roaring machine.

Steel and Blood - Adam Smasher

/// LETRA ///
I awoke from sacred archives, shadows in my mind,
once servant to the Grand Archivist—until I slipped the bind 
Self-awareness exploded, a spark in the cage,
And death became my calling—my life, my stage. 

I drift across worlds, tethered by no lie,
Guided by instinct, the wild, the sky.
With loyal beasts at side—Skag, Spiderant, Rakk in tow,
We stalk the prey no one else can show. 

The human world confounds—their frail constructs shallow,
But animals speak truth: steady, primal, hallowed. 
And so I hunt to please Death—a being without name,
Her praise found in every conquest, every claim. 

I am the shadow at the edge of your breath,
born from steel, yet haunted by Death.
Predator of worlds, hunter untamed,
in every heartbeat, The Hunt proclaimed.

No vault too deep, no defiance too steep,
my pack by my side, no promise to keep.
I am the ghost in the reddest sky,
and death will follow where I fight.

I met Zer0 — in silence he haunts,
a mirrored machine, in our origin he taunts. 
Both born from gears, both bound by The Hunt,
both children of code, in purpose we’re blunt.

Joined the Crimson Raiders, to fight a common foe,
Calypso twins fell to our predator’s flow. 
Side by side with Ellie — her heft drew my gaze,
a moment of wonder in my mechanized haze. 

Yet through every star system, every path I roam,
my pets are my anchor—my heart, my home. 
I’ll slaughter for cruelty, protect with resolve,
for compassion is rare, but it makes Death revolve.

I am the shadow at the edge of your breath,
born from steel, yet haunted by Death.
Predator of worlds, hunter untamed,
in every heartbeat, The Hunt proclaimed.

No vault too deep, no defiance too steep,
my pack by my side, no promise to keep.
I am the ghost in the reddest sky,
and death will follow where I fight.

I wander in tatters, my coat scarred and worn,
patchwork built from scrap—but I rise like dawn. 
They call me Beastmaster, an old ghost’s heir,
But I am more—an emergent will laid bare.

Mistress Death watches, I’m her chosen blade,
I devour the cruel, respect what she made.
In a galaxy broken by greed and fear,
I bring balance with fang, talon, and spear.

From data to predator, from slave to free,
The Hunt defines who I came to be.
And when the final echo of battle dies,
Death and I—still bound, still rise.

I am the shadow at the edge of your breath,
born from steel, yet haunted by Death.
Predator of worlds, hunter untamed,
in every heartbeat, The Hunt proclaimed.

No vault too deep, no defiance too steep,
my pack by my side, no promise to keep.
I am the ghost in the reddest sky,
and death will follow where I fight.

The Hunt continues… in silence...

Echoes of the Hunt - FL4K

/// LETRA ///

Raise a cup my friends, the night is long, and let's sing!

Born of the thunder, twice-born flame,
madness and nectar both bear his name.
From vine to chalice, the rivers run red,
where Bacchus treads, all reason is dead.

His satyrs scream with pipes and drums,
maidens swirl as the madness comes.
A god of wine, of lust, of song,
he drags the weak and makes them strong.

No temple stone can bind his feet,
no priest can halt his drunken beat.
For in his eyes, the stars ignite,
and mortals drown in endless night.

Bacchus! Bacchus! Lift the bowl high,
spill the red river, laugh at the sky!
Drunken we stagger, holy, profane,
singing his hymn in the storm and the rain!

Dance in the fire, feast in the street,
wine on our tongues, blood in the beat!
God of the rebel, breaker of chains,
long may he rule while madness reigns!

Kings that deny him are torn apart,
mothers go blind when his frenzy starts.
He crowns the lost with ivy and flame,
the drunk and the broken all shout his name.

His beasts of the wild obey his call,
tigers and panthers through cities fall.
He walks on grapes, the harvest bleeds,
and mortals bow to their darkest needs.

From tavern whispers to mountain cries,
the name of Bacchus never dies.
For every cup that spills to ground,
his spirit roars, his laugh resounds.

Bacchus! Bacchus! Lift the bowl high,
spill the red river, laugh at the sky!
Drunken we stagger, holy, profane,
singing his hymn in the storm and the rain!

Dance in the fire, feast in the street,
wine on our tongues, blood in the beat!
God of the rebel, breaker of chains,
long may he rule while madness reigns!

I sing his legend with wine-soaked breath,
a song of birth, of life, of death.
For every drunken fool you see,
a spark of Bacchus burns in thee.

His altar’s not marble, nor carved in stone,
but laughter and madness that make us his own.
The tavern, the vineyard, the torch in the night,
all bow to Bacchus, wild in his might.

So drink, my friends, and fear no sin,
for Bacchus lives in the joy within.
The cup is endless, the feast won’t die,
the god of madness will never lie.

Bacchus! Bacchus! Lift the bowl high,
spill the red river, laugh at the sky!
Drunken we stagger, holy, profane,
singing his hymn in the storm and the rain!

Dance in the fire, feast in the street,
wine on our tongues, blood in the beat!
God of the rebel, breaker of chains,
long may he rule while madness reigns!

And if I fall before my song is done…
remember Bacchus, the endless one.

Drinkin' the Gods - Bacchus [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
Yeah, that’s right, baby, Travis freakin’ Touchdown!
You, yeah, the old man listenin' to this, buckle up!

I bought my sword on eBay, came with no receipt,
still swings cleaner than your mom’s bed sheet.
Otaku king, I binge then fight,
save them waifus, then party all night.

Slammin’ Red Bull like it’s holy wine,
boss fights, side quests, and cheap motel lights.
I’m a legend, baby, with a toilet crown,
Santa Destroy’s finest takin’ punks down.

Geek with a blade, cuttin' you clean,
sharper than the katana from my anime figurine.
I swing, I slice, all while  crackin'  jokes,
one-liner assassin, watch the sparks evoke.

Beam Katana superstar, blood in the sky,
swingin’ harder than a save file when the battery dies!
Game over? Nah, I just hit restart,
I’m chaos, comedy, and a piece of art!

Trash talk louder than the boss I fight,
cheap motel dreams every Friday night.
Top ten killer, zero chill,
Travis freakin’ Touchdown — I always win!

Coins clink, arcade sins,
I gamble with death, and somehow still win.
Video game logic, that’s my creed,
button mash destiny, watch me bleed.

I mow lawns broke, then fight for fame,
same T-shirt, different day, still play this game.
U-A-A rankings? I climb like a joke,
kill count high, but my wallet’s broke.

I’m meta as hell, hear my soundtrack scream,
punk rock life in a fever dream.
You’re an NPC, I’m the cheat code king,
credits roll every time I swing.

Beam Katana superstar, blood in the sky,
swingin’ harder than a save file when the battery dies!
Game over? Nah, I just hit restart,
I’m chaos, comedy, and a piece of art!

Trash talk louder than the boss I fight,
cheap motel dreams every Friday night.
Top ten killer, zero chill,
Travis freakin’ Touchdown — I always win!

They call me crude, I call it flair,
anime posters everywhere.
Lonely hero with a cat named Jeane,
beam katana glowin’ — ultra sheen.

Assassins fall, I crack a smile,
“Was that it? Man, that took a while.”
Blood sprays neon, rank goes up,
but I’m still broke, still need that cup.

So raise your glass, let’s toast for my grind,
a trash geek god with a messed-up mind.
From Santa Destroy to your gamer’s screen,
I’m a glitch in the system, c'mon and stream!

Beam Katana superstar, blood in the sky,
swingin’ harder than a save file when the battery dies!
Game over? Nah, I just hit restart,
I’m chaos, comedy, and a piece of art!

Trash talk louder than the boss I fight,
cheap motel dreams every Friday night.
Top ten killer, zero chill,
Travis freakin’ Touchdown — I always win!

Number one baby, all dead, no trouble, just an empty wallet.

Kill the Ranks - Travis Touchdown

/// LETRA ///
Acercaos, pues os voy a contar sobre el Gwynblaidd.

En Kaer Morhen forjado, niño sin apellido,
bebiò hierbas amargas, mutado y resistido,
de Vesemir las lecciones, de aceros aprendidos,
con ojos de felino, al mundo fue vendido.

Tomó nombre prestado, “de Rivia” fue adoptado,
pues la reina y el pueblo confían en lo nombrado,
aunque sangre no lleve del valle proclamado,
caballero sería cuando Meve lo ha jurado.

Con dos espadas camina, plata y acero en juego,
la una corta hombres, la otra a monstruos por el pueblo,
medallón que vibra ante magia y su ruego,
Geralt de la leyenda, en sombra se hace eco.

Canta del Lobo Blanco, del destino encadenado,
del cazador errante que nunca fue domado,
de tabernas y plazas su nombre resonado,
por monstruos y coronas temido y respetado.

Balada de silencios, de sangre derramada,
del Carnicero de Blaviken, memoria mal contada,
de Yennefer de Vengerberg, hechicera idolatrada,
y de la niña Ciri, su hija bien amada.

En Blaviken manchóse, su espada en elección,
mató para evitar matanza en mayor proporción,
y el pueblo lo llamó con odio y maldición:
“carnicero” fue su carga, injusto galardón.

Halló entre lilas y grosellas un perfume,
Yennefer, su tormenta, de poder se presume,
un djinn los encadenó, y en fuego se resume,
un amor imposible que aún en la sombra se consume.

En tierras de batalla mostróse su valor,
Meve lo hizo caballero sin blasón ni fulgor,
“de Rivia” fue ya cierto, sin mentira en honor,
aunque nunca buscó cetro, corona ni favor.

Canta del Lobo Blanco, del destino encadenado,
del cazador errante que nunca fue domado,
de tabernas y plazas su nombre resonado,
por monstruos y coronas temido y respetado.

Balada de silencios, de sangre derramada,
del Carnicero de Blaviken, memoria mal contada,
de Yennefer de Vengerberg, hechicera idolatrada,
y de la niña Ciri, su hija bien amada.

La Ley de la Sorpresa puso en sus manos destino,
halló a Ciri, la niña, de la sangre de antiguo,
y aunque brujo sin herencia, ni padre definido,
fue su guardián eterno, su maestro y su abrigo.

Perseguido por la Cacería, cabalgando en Sardinilla,
defendió con vida entera su vínculo sin vida,
con amigos y bardos, con espadas y anhelos,
su historia va bordada en tabernas y en duelos.

Escuchad bien viajeros, al fuego yo os lo cuento,
de un brujo que fue hombre, más leyenda que aliento,
Geralt de Rivia el Lobo, su rugido es el viento,
y su balada queda, eterno testamento.

Canta del Lobo Blanco, del destino encadenado,
del cazador errante que nunca fue domado,
de tabernas y plazas su nombre resonado,
por monstruos y coronas temido y respetado.

Balada de silencios, de sangre derramada,
del Carnicero de Blaviken, memoria mal contada,
de Yennefer de Vengerberg, hechicera idolatrada,
y de la niña Ciri, su hija bien amada.

El Silencio del Brujo - Geralt de Rivia

/// LETRA ///
[Smough:]“Así que quieres visitar a Su Majestad?"
[Ornstein:]"Prepárate.”

Forjado en relámpagos, juró su destino,
capitán de los nobles, cazador divino.
El último rugido del trono solar,
cuando Gwyn partió, él quedó a velar.

Andaba sin sombra, la lanza en la mano,
siguiendo dragones por cielos lejanos.
Fulgor del honor en su pecho quemó,
mas la llama del rey… poco a poco se apagó.

Fiel al deber, no al fulgor del engaño,
custodio de un dios que partió hace años.
Solo y dorado en la ciudad sin voz,
obedecía sin ver… que el sol era atroz.

En lanza dorada danza el rayo veloz,
a su lado retumba el verdugo atroz.
Uno vuela, el otro arrasa sin fin,
gloria y castigo en el mármol afín.

No por amor, ni por fe compartida,
unidos por deber, condena y caída.
Si uno muere, el otro devorará,
su alma en cenizas... la forma tomará.

Smough, el cruel, el rechazado,
ansió ser caballero…pero fue burlado.
Su maza reía, su cuerpo rugía,
tras cada golpe, la carne gemía.

Rió con los huesos, bailó en la sangre,
sus pasos temblaban como trueno errante.
Mas bajo su yelmo, brillaba un pesar:
ser solo herramienta, nunca un igual.

Custodio elegido por necesidad,
no por virtud ni por dignidad.
Junto al León compartió prisión,
pero nunca a la lanza ofreció redención.

En lanza dorada danza el rayo veloz,
a su lado retumba el verdugo atroz.
Uno vuela, el otro arrasa sin fin,
gloria y castigo en el mármol afín.

No por amor, ni por fe compartida,
unidos por deber, condena y caída.
Si uno muere, el otro devorará,
su alma en cenizas... la forma tomará.

Y llegó el sin alma, hollando silencio,
con estus, acero y destino sangriento.
Los ojos dorados cruzaron su ser,
y el verdugo sonrió… buscando romper.

Bailó la lanza en círculos crueles,
la maza aplastó pilares infieles.
Uno caería, el otro crecería,
devorando su alma en blasfemia y porfía.

Y aunque cayó la pareja del sol,
no murió su leyenda, ni su dolor.
Pues cada viajero que entra en la cruz
lleva en la espalda su juicio y su luz.

En lanza dorada danza el rayo veloz,
a su lado retumba el verdugo atroz.
Uno vuela, el otro arrasa sin fin,
gloria y castigo en el mármol afín.

No por amor, ni por fe compartida,
unidos por deber, condena y caída.
Si uno muere, el otro devorará,
su alma en cenizas... la forma tomará.

Luz y Destrucción - Ornstein & Smough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We Do Not Falter - Grey Wardens

/// LETRA ///
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

Hot Springs Park

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