Verse 1 From the east they came in banners bright, Wings of Freedom, steel‑clad pride, ChuangShi drums in the vacuum night, Pouring through the breach, a rising tide. They swore the steel would crack and fall, By numbers, mass, and righteous flame, But we were braver, colder still, And grid control was our game. Pre‑Chorus They burned the sky with engine light, Called the system already won, But arrogance paints a target bright When you think the fight’s already done. Chorus They broke out in waves from the Great Wall’s stone, Poured and poured, but we weren't alone, Steel held fast, the line held true, They burned themselves trying to break us through. Laughing on comms as the wrecks pile high, Invaders learn that steel don’t die, They came in force, they came in flame— They left in pods and local shame. Verse 2 Omen Navies cut the grid, Gold‑lined hulls in silent sweep, Decoy ghosts where brackets slid, Lock, volley, wreck—rinse, repeat! Beams sang low in Amarrian hymn, Sniping wings at cruel range, “Who’s even shooting us?” they cried, As target callers started to change. Pre‑Chorus Anchors broke, formations bled, Pilots screamed but couldn’t flee, Every volley another red, Another lesson in humility. Chorus They broke out in waves from the Great Wall’s stone, Poured and poured, but we weren't alone, Steel held fast, the line held true, They burned themselves trying to break us through. Omen gold in a sniper’s dance, Every kill another stolen chance, They came in force, they brought the pain— They left us smiling all the same. Bridge Check the board, and check it twice, Count our losses—wait… that’s nice, Not a single cruiser down, Small fleet excels in hostile space. All that mass, all that might, Couldn’t land a proper bite, We didn’t run, we didn’t bend, We locked, we volleyed, we made it end! Break (spoken / chant‑style) OnlyFleets on grid. Decoy's not done. New target. Fire again! Final Chorus They broke out in waves from the Great Wall’s stone, Numbers lie when resolve is shown, We stood fast while they overreached, Taught them the cost of a careless siege. No cruisers lost, remember the day, When ego fed the wreck display, Invade again—we’ll be right here, Gold hulls ready, crystal clear. Outro They threw their mass and gave their all, Not every shield is meant to stall, Some just wait for fools to try— And break themselves as banners fall.
