/// LETRA ///
Fue Mariscal de los cielos dorados,
comandó tropas de astros armados.
Vestía seda y bebía encantado,
entre inmortales, nunca juzgado.

Gobernó nubes con voz militar,
pero el deseo lo hizo fallar.
Persiguió a Cháng'é sin pensar,
ebrio en palacio, sin recular.

El Emperador dictó castigo,
del cielo al lodo cayó consigo.
Entre carcajadas del Imperio antiguo,
se convirtió en mito y enemigo.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Cayó del cielo como un cerdo mortal,
su reencarnación fue error fatal.
Nació en un corral sin más desden,
se alzó demonio, que le den.

Vivió en el monte, entre soledad,
sin recordar su divinidad.
Ni dioses, ni hombres, ni hermandad—
solo el reflejo de su fealdad.

Su nombre fue Zhu Ganglie al fin,
glotón y torpe, de barro y festín.
Hasta que el viaje cambió su jardín,
y vio en Tang Sanzang, su destino afín.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

Siguió a Wukong con paso desigual,
peleó con rastrillo en estilo bestial.
Sus vicios pesaban como costal,
pero su lealtad fue elemental.

Se quejaba más que el viento otoñal,
pero en la batalla, era letal.
Entre demonios y caos infernal,
fue un cerdo con alma fraternal.

De deseo a devoción, así cruzó,
en cada paso, algo cambió.
Y aunque el barro nunca dejó,
su espíritu noble renació.

Del cielo cayó, y por lujuria pagó,
mas con un rastrillo su nombre forjó.
En forma de cerdo, luchó sin temor,
su honor brillaba en medio del error.

No fue perfecto, ni sabio, ni zen,
pero defendió al monje con cien por cien.
Entre gula, torpeza y ocasional desdén,
fue el más humano… de los cien.

El cerdo y el Karma - Zhu Bajie

/// 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

In Queens' quiet streets, a young mind did dwell,
A bite unforeseen, his fate it would compel.
Walls became pathways, senses sharp and keen,
Strength surged within, a power unforeseen.

Fame's allure beckoned, a masked showman’s guise,
Yet neglect bore tragedy, opened his eyes.
Uncle Ben's wisdom, a haunting decree,
"With great power comes great responsibility."

From grief's deep chasm, a hero was born,
Donning the mask, his vow was sworn.
To guard New York, to right every wrong,
In memory's honor, he would be strong.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.

He swings through chaos on cable lines,
Where Vultures hunt and Octavius designs.
Goblins laugh in pumpkin flame,
But still he plays the hero’s game.

Electric skies, a surge through bone,
He zips past sparks from Maxwell’s throne.
Sand slips through fists that won’t relent,
Yet Spidey’s grip is permanent.

Scorpions sting and Rhinos charge,
Illusions twist in Mysterio’s mirage.
The Kingpin watches, cold and still,
But webs define his iron will.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.

Promises broken, dates missed again,
Aunt May's concern, a friend's disdain.
The mask conceals, but cannot erase,
The toll it takes, the weary face.

Battles won, yet scars remain,
Losses endured, enduring pain.
Yet in the silence, a resolve ignites,
To rise anew, to scale new heights.

For every child who looks above,
He swings with hope, he fights with love.
Though burdened, he will always strive,
The city's spirit, he keeps alive.

He swings through towers, wind in his face,
The city calls—he answers with grace.
With great power, the cost is high,
But he won’t stop, and he won’t lie.

He jokes through pain, hides what he feels,
A kid in a mask, with wounds that won’t heal.
The world may fall, but he will stand—
Your friendly neighborhood hero with web in hand.


Web of the fallen - Spider-Man

/// LETRA ///
Whispers crawl in moonlit halls, shadows drip like sin,
Chains of blood and broken calls — a game you cannot win.
Veins afire with secrets dark, beneath the velvet skin.

My past’s a shattered mirror glass, cracked smiles in the night,
Bound to a master’s cruel grasp, craving dawn’s fragile light.
I danced with death, tasted despair, and found a sharper bite.

Fangs that glitter like a blade, cutting ties that bind,
Freedom’s song, a serenade — but mercy’s hard to find.
In every scar, a story told, in every glance, a mind.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Silken lies and wicked grins, seduction’s cruel art,
Playing roles with sharpened sins, hiding a fractured heart.
The hunt begins where trust dissolves, tearing worlds apart.

Sunlight burns but cannot break, the chains I chose to shed,
A curse that lingers, breaths that ache, the living and the dead.
I wear my past like armor forged, in blood and silence wed.

Beneath the mask, a hunger wakes, restless and refined,
To taste the night for what it takes, and leave the dawn behind.
In every step, a dance with fate, in shadows intertwined.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Echoes call from hollow tombs, promises of pain,
A star that fades in cursed blooms, forever bound by chain.
I rise from ashes, born anew, yet still I wear the stain.

Secrets curl within my cloak, silent as a breath,
A dance with darkness, spoke in smoke — between the realms of death.
I am the thief who steals the night, the ghost beneath your step.

Will you fall beneath my spell, surrender to the flame?
In velvet shadows, I dwell, whispering your name.
In blood and silk, my story’s told — an eternal game.

I’m the whisper behind the smile, the crimson veil you wear,
Astarion’s kiss, the stolen breath, caught in midnight’s snare.

Like petals dipped in poison’s kiss, I bloom where shadows grow,
In velvet dusk, I rule the night — where only lost souls go.

Twilight's Embrace - Astarion

/// LETRA ///
"Yo dude, I brought this ice block!"
"Place it… gently…”

We creep past Headman’s floating skull,
whispers mask what he could cull.
Gnomes begin their sudden run—
each crate crash feels like a loaded gun.

Spewer coughs where cables fray,
we dodge and drag the rot away.
One dropped shard becomes our grail—
as broken keys and nerves both fail.

Apex waddles, cursed and slow,
the duckmask lands—someone will go.
Heartbeat syncs with bass below,
our breath held tight for the final blow.

Silent breath, whispered call,
the cry beneath the service hall.

Retrieve the loot—don’t count the score,
monsters knock at every door.
Huntsman fires—no aim, just war,
we bleed for gold on this cursed floor.

Cart’s half-full, but threats restore,
Hidden stalks with creeping lore.
Reaper wakes with sirens' roar—
we run through dread and something more.

Through shadows deep, the Hidden lurks,
our comms go dark as silence jerks.
Drop the loot and kill the light—
one wrong move ends the night.

A shout—Huntsman's steel is near,
the static cracks, we choke on fear.
We hug the cart, we beg, we plead,
but Bowtie rolls and starts to feed.

Bloated limbs on crates now lean,
we slip behind each metal screen.
A groan from keys not heard before—
fractals echo through the core.

One… two… three…
Don’t move. Don’t...

What was that? Gnomes steal more,
Reaper pounds through every floor.
Toxins leak—Spewer's encore—
we trade our fear for cursed decor.

"*********," one teammate barks,
Apex flares in brutal arcs.
Voice chat cuts through glitching sparks—
it’s extract now or leave in marks.

Rugrat scrapes through metal lanes,
its scream erupts in static chains.
We swing our tools, delay the kill—
the prize dissolves, and time stands still.

Headman floats with jaws apart,
our blood goes cold—we push the cart.
A final dash through pitch-black halls,
each thud behind us nearly stalls.

Peeper gazes—sight turns thin,
hallucinations burn the skin.
A clang, a shriek, then silence rings—
Extraction calls… or what it brings.

Tiny steps, Gnome's grin wide,
loot in hand—we run outside.
Reaper screams, then someone cried—
one ping wrong and someone died.

Can’t stack fast, no place to hide,
our sanity begins to slide.
Crates in hand, the cursed supplied—
did we escape… or just coincide?

"C’mon dude, it’s finally over."

Echo Retrieval - R.E.P.O.

//// LETRA ////
"Rise and shine, mister freeman. 
Rise... and... shine..."

Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman… your hour has come again,
No rest deserved until the broken world regains.
The right man in the wrong place can shift reality’s span,
Crowbar in hand, a silent force unbeknownst to man. 

Stasis held your shape while Combine ruled the land,
Black Mesa’s fallout echoes now at your command.
From Lambda’s spark to City 17’s shattered stand,
Silent like a ghost in a world slipping from it's plan.

A scientist with purpose, yet words remain unsaid,
Each lab you leveled, each regime in dread.
No man to direct you, no script to be read—
Your driven silence, the catalyst instead.

Wake up, Mr. Freeman, the ashes beckon change,
A city’s dying heartbeat begs you to re‑engage.
Your actions echo louder than any decree—
Silence your ally, but destiny is key.

So, wake up, Mr. Freeman, your world leans on your stride,
You reshaped fate the moment conspiracy died.
No lead, no creed, but paradox you wield—
In the quiet of your canvas, revolutions are sealed.

I took the liberty of relieving you of your weapons,
Government property—your past is less than countable steppens. 
Xen’s cascade birthed you into a new dimension’s tension,
Now Combine trembles when you breach their extension.

“All the effort in the world would’ve gone to waste,” they say,
Until your hour came again—forced from stasis to fray. 
Vortigaunts murmur salvation; Alyx sees your gaze,
Their hope clings to your shape while resistance sways.

No mask, no proclamation—your crowbar speaks in steel,
Each blow a punctuation; this broken world you heal.
Time bends around you—a stasis wound to seal,
A contract unwritten, yet endlessly real.

Wake up, Mr. Freeman, a fractured world awaits,
Your silent resolve unmakes their iron gates.
Be the keystone in ruins, the quiet paradox,
For in your stillness, the combine empire will unbox.

So, wake up, Mr. Freeman, the balance rests in frozen time,
A physicist turned vanguard—unspoken, yet divine.
Take that step between worlds; push the silent dawn,
And we’ll watch the darkness fracture at your quiet brawn.

I’ve observed—your trajectory loops chaos into form,
A cascade of revolt beyond the standard norm.
You break containment without word or alarm,
Yet your passage through thresholds causes no calm.

Perhaps what I am is less than what I can offer,
A choice or illusion—your currency I proffer. 
Will you resist the construct, the script I conjure?
Or be the silent tide that drowns their structure?

When the Citadel collapses and time thins to cold,
Your form will remain spoken by the chaos you hold.
Dr. Freeman, step through—this contract isn’t old:
Wake up, Mr. Freeman—your legacy unfolds.

"So wake up, Mister Freeman...
Wake up... and smell the ashes."

Wake up, Mr. Freeman - Gordon Freeman

/// LETRA ///
Four knights crash the castle—king’s party goes awry,
Dark Wizard steals the mystic crystal, princesses cry. 
Red, Blue, Green, Orange mount their mounts to rescue fate,
Mace, sword, and magic flame—they smash through every gate.

Across grassland fields, through forests and the Cyclops lair,
Barbarian bosses, Conehead Groom—with medieval flair. 
Poison, ice, lightning spells—light up cartoon skies,
Animal Orbs beside them—quirky pets with stat surprise. 

They level up combos, juggle foes through the war's haze,
Boomerangs, bombs, horns unlock hidden secret ways. 
From Medusa’s cave to Castle fights,
We shall rescue each princess, no kisses denied.

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

Green Princess captured twice—the Cyclops then Conehead groom,
Snow, lava, alien worlds—each zone another tomb.  (For them!!)
Relics found—compass, steering wheel, map to destiny’s gate,
Industrial Prince, Necromancer fights—no room to hesitate. 

Animal Orbs gathered—Chicken, Snoot, Burly Bear’s might,
Cardinal reveals secret items, Install Ball beams light. 
Giraffey speeds your leveling, BiPolar mauls the downed,
Rammy knocks them flat—you’re the crashers crowned. 

Hidden gags and Easter eggs, Zelda triforce, R2‑D2 on the wall,
Clown princess finale floods screen with hearts, kitties, all. 
Four-player co‑op fun: local couch or online ride,
Beat 'em up nostalgia, the knights will show you pride.

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

From Home Castle’s start to the Wizard’s final duel,
Battles with the Painter, Water cats and Fencer pool. 
You grind to level ninety-nine, insane mode locked in sight,
Unlock Hatty, Blacksmith knight—theatre and hammer unite. 

Ride the crystal home through barren wasteland trail,
Finally return to castle kisses—clown prank seals the tale. 
Have a beer with your friends as credits roll at last,
Raise your sword, tune the beat—The Castle crashed it fast!

SMASH!
BASH!

Ride the crystal, rescue princess call,
Punch the wizard’s throne to fragments, see his empire fall.
Knights united, juggle hard, magic in the dash,
Join the chaos, bring your friends—we...

SMASH!
BASH!

From forest caves to lava’s blazing roar,
Collect pets, power spells, unlock secrets others ignore.
Puff your armor and it's charm, we're ready to crash
Chaos reigns and laughter reigns—this is Smash and Bash!

Smash… crash… bash…
You've finally won, party up!

Smash and Bash - Castle Crashers [Bonus Track]

/// LETRA ///
Me dieron la nada y un eco que arde...
un cuerpo sin tumba, sin alma ni carne...
En piedra me alzaron, altar de traición...
y el Vació se convirtió en mi sangre… y mi prisión.

Fui un niño sin nombre, sin padres ni suerte,
un pacto sellado con voces de muerte.
Los ojos vacíos, los huesos al sol,
me alzaron al centro… del horror y el dolor.

Me hicieron eterno, testigo y umbral,
sin dioses ni credo, ni bien ni moral.
Marcado en lo hondo, con fuego y dolor,
yo vi el primer crimen… y el último error.

Las marcas que ofrezco no piden perdón,
son llaves que abren su propia prisión.
Tú eliges el filo, yo solo observo,
soy sombra del todo, reflejo del verbo.

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Vi a Daud matar con esa cuchilla,
a Billie vagar con la culpa por silla.
Corvo en su furia, Emily en duda,
y el mundo temblando bajo mi ayuda.

Ofrezco el abismo envuelto en caricia,
un don que condena, que embriaga, que envicia.
No ordeno caminos, no trazo el final,
te doy la semilla... y nace el mal.

Me culpan de todo...de sangre, de ruina,
como si el destino fuera mi espina.
Pero elige la herida quien busca poder,
yo solo pregunto: ¿Qué vas a hacer?

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Billie me busca es su decisión,
quiere matarme... o una salvación.
Y tiembla el Vacío por primera vez,
si muero, se apaga su última tez.

¿Volver a ser carne? ¿Dormir para siempre?
¿Ser fin o principio? ¿Ser sombra o ente?
Quizás ya no importe, quizás sí lo sé,
quizás el Vacío... también tiene fe.

No fui elegido, fui un instrumento,
fui un niño sin tiempo, sin poder tener aliento.
Ahora decides qué va a pasar,
si el dios cae por fin... o aprende a llorar.

No soy redención ni soy castigo,
soy la voz que suena cuando hablas contigo.
El eco que habita detrás de tu piel,
el juicio sin rostro, la forma sin hiel.

No soy tu destino ni tu salvación,
ni buitre, ni santo, ni redención.
Soy solo el hueco que deja poder,
cuando no hay nadie... que quiera volver.

Fui una voz sin nombre,
Fui una grieta y un puente.
Cruzaste mi sombra...
y todo fue diferente...

Culto en Imagen - The Outsider/El Forastero

/// LETRA ///
He walks into Liberty, silent, leather-clad, in black silhouette,
Dragged from Catalina’s betrayal, left for dead.
Bank robbery turned bloodbath, betrayal written in the air,
Shot through the throat and beaten down—but the city didn’t care.

He wakes beside 8-Ball, escapes in the dead of night,
Brooklyn Bridge in flames, a convoy lost in spite.
He trades silence for vengeance, no words escape his lips,
Only action marks his path, as the underworld eclipse.

Catalina flies above in a chopper drenched in neon red,
He fires the shot that ends her reign, revenge is all he’s fed.
From small-time to feared assassin, he builds his urban myth,
Liberty City knows his name… though he never says a word of it.

Silent specter in painted streets, Claude moves through every zone,
No talk, no lies, just cold resolve, in monochrome he roams.
Everywhere he goes, there's something on the scene,
Every job a signature of quiet, ruthless means.

Silent specter…
Betrayal sown by love, redemption found in blood,
Works for every kingpin, turns allies into floods.
He doesn’t need a voice to echo through the night—
Liberty City whispers Claude, an echo of his might.

He spins the city’s factions, Leone, the Yakuza, a Cartel,
Betrays all bosses equally—he’s the empty-handed rebel.
Manipulates a gang war, plants seeds of deadly trust,
Kills Kenji for Donald Love, leaves betrayal turning to dust. 

Cold‑blooded, disloyal, he snickers through gun smoke calm,
Each corpse a stepping‑stone, each payoff in his palm. 
From Triads to Leone’s , with bones he carves his throne,
But vengeance drives him forward—he’s never truly shown.

His past was racing tracks, a garage, street-burning thrills,
But Catalina’s shot stole speech, and liberated his skills. 
Now he’s the ghost behind the wheel, navigating a criminal fate,
No remorse, no mercy—only silence and a loaded hate.

Silent specter in painted streets, Claude moves through every zone,
No talk, no lies, just cold resolve, in monochrome he roams.
Everywhere he goes, there's something on the scene,
Every job a signature of quiet, ruthless means.

Silent specter…
Betrayal sown by love, redemption found in blood,
Works for every kingpin, turns allies into floods.
He doesn’t need a voice to echo through the night—
Liberty City whispers Claude, an echo of his might.

He faces Rusty Brown, Luigi’s mob, Tyson, Joey Leone,
Every contract cuts deeper—he’s his own cornerstone. 
From drug labs drowned in fire, to hitmen in cheap hotels,
Claude reshapes Providence—no one ever hears them yell.

The world records words in headlines, but he carves deeds in blood,
His silence holds more weight than any manifesto could.
Stories adapt to his legend—changed the franchise tone,
All because a silent man could make Liberty his throne. 

Maybe he takes a cab to nowhere, taxi lights his only friend,
Or he simply fades into the night—Liberty’s silent end.

Silent specter in painted streets, Claude moves through every zone,
No talk, no lies, just cold resolve, in monochrome he roams.
Everywhere he goes, there's something on the scene,
Every job a signature of quiet, ruthless means.

Silent specter…
Betrayal sown by love, redemption found in blood,
Works for every kingpin, turns allies into floods.
He doesn’t need a voice to echo through the night—
Liberty City whispers Claude, an echo of his might.

“Just Claude… one word.” 

Midnight Run - Claude Speed

/// LETRA ///
“En Nibelheim nació un sueño roto…”

Nació en silencio, bajo un cielo apagado,
soñaba con gloria, pero fue olvidado.
En Nibelheim, entre lluvia y llantos,
tejía ilusiones en un mundo quebrado.

Admiró la espada de luz celestial,
quiso ser soldado, ser alguien real.
Pero el fuego llegó con promesas rotas,
y su ídolo ardió, una larga derrota.

Tifa cayó, y él no dijo nada,
se tragó la culpa, la dejó enterrada.
Vio la locura crecer en los ojos de un dios,
y en la Buster encontró su voz.

No era suya, pero la levantó,
la mentira fue un escudo, también una prisión.
Caminó Midgar con paso vacío,
y el eco de Zack iba consigo.

¿Quién es Cloud? ¿Quién lo fue antes?
¿Un reflejo roto entre espejos distantes?
Mako y Jenova quemaron su ser,
y en la Corriente Vital buscó renacer…

Es la memoria de un arma, de filo perdido,
su alma arrastraba un peso aún vivo.
Con cada batalla sangró su identidad,
buscando en la guerra su verdad.

Una memoria que corta lo que no sanó,
promesas de un Zack que el viento se llevó.
En cada combate, su rostro cambió,
el héroe fingido al fin despertó.

Aeris brillaba como flor del abismo,
y él la cuidó sin saber el motivo.
Pero el destino trazó su guion,
y el metal cayó como maldición.

No pudo gritar, no entiende que él solo es humano,
otra vez culpable, roto por dentro.
La espada tembló en su fría mano,
y el mundo pesaba en su pecho enfermo.

Fingía ser fuerte, pero estaba al borde,
la máscara por rostro, era su único norte.
Mideel fue un espejo que mostró su ruina,
y en la corriente vital lloró su mentira.

Tifa lo miró sin exigir razones,
solo reconstruyó sus emociones.
Allí nació, no el soldado, sino el hombre,
sin mito, sin manto, sin otro nombre.

A veces no gana quien alza el acero,
sino quien se rompe y se vuelve sincero.
El héroe no nace con guerra ni fama,
sino cuando el alma no se derrama…

Es la memoria de un arma, de filo perdido,
su alma arrastraba un peso aún vivo.
Con cada batalla sangró su identidad,
buscando en la guerra su verdad.

Una memoria que corta lo que no sanó,
promesas de un Zack que el viento se llevó.
En cada combate, su rostro cambió,
el héroe fingido al fin despertó.

Sephiroth volvió desde el fondo de la corriente,
y con él las sombras de un viejo crimen viviente.
Pero Cloud ya no tembló, ya no dudó,
con su verdad, por fin, lo enfrentó.

No era un clon, ni un eco sin nombre,
era el que lloró por cada hombre.
Por Zack, por Aeris, por todo lo ido,
por lo que amó y por lo perdido.

Alzó la espada sin ser leyenda,
sin querer un trono, ni vieja encomienda.
Sólo quería redimirse ante el sol,
y borrar su historia escrita en dolor.

Ahora camina sin ruido en los pasos,
los pecados pesan, pero ya no son lazos.
Porque en su alma florece una llama,
que ya no mata… tan solo ama.

Es la memoria de un arma, de filo perdido,
su alma arrastraba un peso aún vivo.
Con cada batalla sangró su identidad,
buscando en la guerra su verdad.

Una memoria que corta lo que no sanó,
promesas de un Zack que el viento se llevó.
En cada combate, su rostro cambió,
el héroe fingido al fin despertó.

“El mundo no recuerda nombres,
recuerda heridas cerradas...
Y él, sin buscar gloria ni logros,
se volvió memoria…
de un arma afilada.”

Memoria de un Arma - Cloud Strife

/// 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

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Web of the fallen - Spider-Man

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