Lyrics Copyright 2025: RiftRoamers RPG Music by Mirco Adam [Pre-Intro – spoken, raspy, quiet, like someone telling the truth only to the flames] Funny how a man’s luck changes in the dark. Bogarts impounded the ship, slapped “Wild Card” on her side like a joke they’d laugh about later. Didn’t laugh when I stole her back— half a crew, half a plan, and a whole damn Stargate shivering like an omen ahead. Gate dropped us in Torrecilla. New Vegas hanging there, bright as a lie, a city dressed in neon inside a giant ring of steel. Owned now by Torika… the same folks who cut me loose. So I came in quiet, looking for a crew, and maybe a little justice. [soft bagpipes, slow and mournful; acoustic guitar begins] [Verse 1] I walked the docks of New Vegas with ash in my breath, Wild Card groaning behind me, half-wrestled from death. The lights on the concourse shimmered cold on the chrome, But the city sings sweeter when you’ve nowhere called home. [Chorus – gentle, harmonized; female voice soft and haunting] Oh, New Vegas glows like a flame in the black, Calling drifters and ghosts who can’t find their way back. And a runaway captain with nothing to lose finds a spark in the dark and a reason to choose. [Verse 2] Found a fighter in a bar where the walls shook with grief, Eyes sharp as old starmaps, hands quick as a thief. Found an engineer’s laughter stained with sorrow and smoke, And a kid with a smile hiding something that broke. Strangers at first—but the stars have a say; Some crews aren’t chosen, they’re forged from the fray. [Chorus – stronger, but still soft] Oh, New Vegas glows like a flame in the black, Calling drifters and ghosts who can’t find their way back. And Wild Card’s old heartbeat begins to revive, For we gather as one, and the lost come alive. [Bridge – whispered, with bagpipe undertone] Torika thought I’d fade… But you can’t bury men who’ve lived with the stars. You can’t chain the ones who came this far. Wild Card remembers— and so do I. [Verse 3] Now we sit by the fire in a port far from there, Sharing stories of scars, passing bottles we share. But the neon of New Vegas still burns in our dreams, A place where a captain crawled out of the seams. And someday we’ll go back, not in fear, but with pride— For the crew that I found is the one at my side. [Final Chorus – soft, rising, bagpipes joining like a memory] Oh, New Vegas glows like a flame in the black, Calling drifters and ghosts who can’t find their way back. But I walked through the shadows, and I came out alive— With a crew forged in fire, and a ship that can thrive. [Instrumental Outro – quiet pipes, gentle guitar, fire crackles; fades]
