[It’s Christmas in New Eden] [Verse 1] Snow drifts slow past the viewport glass Another year gone, another one passed Docked in a station I’ve called home too long Same metal walls, same old songs Local’s quiet, just a name or two A sigh-no flickers in the distance, blue I hang a wreath on a battered hull Duct tape holding dreams together, still [Pre-Chorus] The market’s closed but the contracts lie Even tonight, someone’s gotta try [Chorus] It’s Christmas in New Eden Stars burn soft tonight Peace in the cluster Just for one rotation of light Sing carols in local Before the shooting begins It’s goodwill to all capsuleers Until downtime ends [Verse 2] Jee-Tah’s glowing like a frozen flame Same scams wrapped up in a different name But even here, beneath the spam Someone’s giving ships to a rookie again Corp chat quiet, time zones apart Kids asleep, parents far from the stars Old pirates linger, don’t undock yet Reading mails they’ll never forget [Pre-Chorus] The killboards rest, the guns go cold For a moment, the universe feels old [Chorus] It’s Christmas in New Eden Hang lights on the gate Say “fly safe” and mean it Even to an old rival you hate Leave Quafe for the clone bay Ammo under the tree Say a prayer for your pod And what tomorrow might be [Bridge (slower, intimate)] Somewhere a Rifter takes its first flight Somewhere a titan pilot sleeps tonight A miner logs off, a war stands still No CTAs… just quiet and chill For a moment we’re not red or blue Just names we recognize, passing through [Break (soft, almost whispered)] No bubbles… No traps… Just tonight. [Final Chorus] It’s Christmas in New Eden The cluster holds its breath Even the bitter vets Forget about the death We’ll fight again tomorrow But tonight we pretend That this cold, endless universe Still remembers us as friends [Choir Ending (slow build, voices layering)] [Choir (soft):] Fly safe… fly safe… Through the dark, through the cold [Choir (building):] Fly safe… fly safe… You’re never flying alone [Choir (full):] From Amarr to Molden Heath From low-sec bars to null-sec grief Through wormholes deep and systems dead We carry the stars inside our heads [Choir (final, sustained):] It’s Christmas… In New Eeeeden… Bob bless us all. [(Last note echoes like a station announcement fading into space)]
