[Verse 1] Tripwire blinked, Dispatch said “Go.” One sig deep, felt sketchy though. Muh Mabebu scanned it, eyes like fire — Said, “This relic site smells like a liar.” Knightzshade sighed, lit a joint mid-flight, Blitzd was late, wrong fit, no light. Brander Buddy? Quiet. Real zen. Then muttered, “This smells like bait again.” [Verse 2] No one else came. No Oohk!, no DooShay. No backup team on this cursed ballet. Just us four, deep in the stew, Playing hero in some dead-end pew. The Astero landed — oh, too neat. Muh says, “He’s burnin’... straight for my fleet?” Knightzshade cloaked, Blitzd got hot, Brander said, “Wait. That’s a Nag... or not?” [Chorus – Sung, bleakly sarcastic] We had a bad day, no one came to play, Just the four of us dumb enough to stay. No probes left, no hole in sight... Maybe we shouldn’t’ve started a fight… With a Naglfar Navy Dreadnought. [Verse 3] Blitzd got volleyed — pure overkill. Muh decloaked on a mining drill. Knightzshade cried, “I just wanted a puff…” Brander Buddy said, “Yeah, this grid’s rough.” The dread didn’t move. It didn’t have to. We were four deep, and this thing chewed through. No links, no boosts, no exit path, Just Dispatch sighing, then turning off comms with a laugh. [Bridge – Spoken: Deadpan] Brander's pod did laps around the dread. Muh’s wreck spun like a lazy sled. Knightzshade typed “brb” in corp — But stayed. Because no one wants to log mid-corpse parade. [Final Chorus – Slow and grimy] We had a bad day, Dispatch looked away, The fleet chat's empty and the void's gone grey. No W H P D love, no backup bite... Maybe we shouldn’t’ve started a fight… With a Naglfar Navy Dreadnought. [Outro – Dispatch Voice Clip: Tired AF] "Next time, maybe… I don’t know… avoid the Naglfar!
