[Intro] “Yo who stole my MTU?” “Check the ESS.” “Anyone got eyes in system?” “…nah, it’s dead quiet.” “—WAIT, NEUT IN LOCAL.” [Verse 1] We were half asleep in the staging Fort, Spin-spinning hulls, making it a sport. One guy drunk, one guy high, One dude theorycrafting fits that die. Ishtar ratters in anomaly lanes, Miners chewing rocks with anime names. Somebody blasting eurobeat loud, Posting bad killmails to the laughing crowd. Life was easy, systems green, Just another night in the sov machine. Then intel pings like a warning flare— “UNKNOWN PILOT ENTERED SKYNET.” [Pre-Chorus] Comms go silent for a second flat, FC wakes up like “where’s he at?” D-scan clear but the vibes turn black, Now the whole damn region snapping back. [Chorus] HOME DEFENSE — LIGHT THE CYNO Drop the bridge and let the killers go! Hyperspatial monsters landing fast, Battleship shadows moving through the glass. HOME DEFENSE — FORM THE LINE Save our people every single time. One neutral in and the switch gets hit, Now the whole damn fleet’s committing to it. [Verse 2] Panic warps and screaming pings, “CHECK CHECK CHECK” through comms that ring. Dictors burning straight for tackle range, Everyone locked in — the mood done changed. Barghests screaming through the gate, Machariels landing heavy-weight. Nightmare pilots foaming at the teeth, Response fleets crawling underneath. Somebody yelling “POINT!” with pride, Another guy forgot his clone installed. Ten nerds laughing while the targets burn, This is the reason we all return. [Pre-Chorus] Bridge goes up in burning blue, Stars bend open right on cue. Every pilot hears the call— “IF THEY TOUCH ONE, WE DROP THEM ALL.” [Chorus] HOME DEFENSE — LIGHT THE CYNO Drop the bridge and let the killers go! Hyperspatial monsters landing fast, Battleship shadows moving through the glass. HOME DEFENSE — HOLD THE GRID Nobody runs from the shit we did. One neutral in and the switch gets hit, Now the whole damn fleet’s committing to it. “PRIMARY PRIMARY PRIMARY—” “HE’S PANICKING!” “BUBBLE UP!” “JUMP JUMP JUMP!” Steel. Fire. Cyno burns in deadspace choirs. Red lights. Warp drives. Enemy dying quick on livestreams. We don’t rage. We don’t run. We become the fucking storm. When our people call for help— WE TURN THE REGION INTO WAR. [Final Chorus] HOME DEFENSE — LIGHT THE CYNO Every system glowing psycho. Brothers, sisters side by side, Through the bridge into the night. HOME DEFENSE — THIS IS HOME No one in this space alone. Laugh all night, then flip the switch— Nullsec violence at its richest. “…good save boys.” “Who got the pod?” “Link the killmail.” “…anyway, who’s down for ice belts?”
