/// 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 ///
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 ///
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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