Ash falls on the Combat Zone tonight, Neon ghosts flicker in the broken light. The Fourth War's scars still stain the sky, Corpos build towers while the street kids die. Got a Militech rifle and a borrowed ride, Running black-market cargo through city side. Data on a shard, death on the Net, Every edgerunner's chasing one last bet. The city's got chrome teeth, The city's got a hungry soul, One big gig away from eternal street cred, One bad gig away from a body bank roll. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, Smoke over the skyline, fire in the light. I hear Johnny screaming through the static in my head, The future ain't silver — it burns red. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, Rogue's still dealing shadows where the legends fight. From the Hot Zone ruins to the corpos overhead, The world ain't dead yet — it’s burning red. Fixer's got a contract, says the pay is clean, Never trust a promise from a middleman scheme. Nomads run supplies down the old cracked roads, Keeping hope alive beneath impossible loads. Trauma Team's circling high above the street, Choosing who's worth saving and who tastes defeat. Netrunners dive deep where the Blackwall sleeps, While old-world nightmares haunt the data keeps. Chrome in the bloodstream, Ghosts in the machine, Everybody selling pieces Of a dream they've never seen. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, Smoke over the skyline, fire in the light. I hear Johnny screaming through the static in my head, The future ain't silver — it’s burning red. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, Rogue's still dealing shadows where the legends fight. From the Hot Zone ruins to the corpos overhead, The world ain't dead yet — it’s burning red. Adam Smasher's footsteps shake the avenue, Half machine, half nightmare coming straight for you. Arasaka's rebuilding from the ashes below, But the street remembers things the corps don't know. Raise a glass for the fallen and the names we've lost, Every legend paid a different kind of cost. In the wreckage of tomorrow where the desperate tread, We write our names in chrome and red. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, Neon hearts exploding like a firefight. From the Afterlife stories to the words the dead have said, We keep running toward it while it burns red. Night City burns red, burns red tonight, No heroes left standing, only those who survive. In the age of broken promises and corporate dread, The dream lives on because it burns red. Ash falls down, but the city won't sleep, The scars run shallow and the scars run deep. One more job before the morning spreads, Welcome to 2077, the Time of the Red.
