[Intro | cold spoken menace | sparse industrial hits] New Eden bleeding... Credits and corpses... We were born in the red... [Verse 1 | hard rapid-fire cadence | aggressive spit | syncopated punch] Ultra capital greed runs the grid like a vein, Megacorp thrones built on suffering and pain, Advanced tech warfare slicing hulls into scrap, Capsuleers laughing while the wreckage goes black, Mercs for hire, we ride the kill-mail high, Glory in the explosion, another pod goes die, Blood Raider orphans raised on ISK and spite, Corporate chains feel like freedom in the night, We love the grind, the betrayal, the war, Every contract signed is a body on the floor... [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic chant | stacked harsh vocals] Greed fuels the blade Tech turns blood into profit Mercs cheer the kill [Verse 2 | double-time aggression | relentless flow | heavy emphasis] New Eden summed up in one cold equation, Ultra capitalist hunger meets pure devastation, Advanced technology turning stars into graves, Warfare perfected so the strong stay enslaved, Mercs for hire hunting kills like a drug, Glory in the wreck, another rival unplugged, We were orphaned by the system and we never looked back, Now we feed the machine and we love the attack, Credits over conscience, violence over peace, Blood Raider orphans thrive where the weak get released... [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic chant | stacked harsh vocals] Greed fuels the blade Tech turns blood into profit Mercs cheer the kill [Verse 3 | hard brutal cadence | sneering delivery | punchy rhymes] Caldari State, pure profit in the blood, Mega-corp boards counting corpses in the mud, Ishukone smiles while the workers get crushed, Kaalakiota fleets leave the systems all hushed, Amarr Empire wraps the chains in divine light, Slave holds packed tight for the corporate fight, Gallente pretends they are free while they sell, Federation guns still ring the death knell, Minmatar rage turns to merc work for pay, Tribal pride sold when the ISK comes their way... [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic chant | stacked harsh vocals] Greed fuels the blade Tech turns blood into profit Mercs cheer the kill [Verse 4 | relentless rapid spit | cold contempt | heavy bass drops] Guristas laugh as they raid every lane, Angel Cartel runs the vice and the pain, Sansha’s Nation twists the mind into meat, Serpentis deals while the addicted compete, Every corp badge is a license to bleed, Every alliance just another greed seed, Blood Raider orphans watch the empires collide, Then dive in the wrecks with our weapons implied, We love the chaos, the contracts, the score, New Eden’s a market and war is the store... [Bridge | half-time brutality | low growled delivery | building intensity] They call it hell... We call it home... Corporate gods and hired guns... We drink the blood and own the throne... [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic chant | stacked harsh vocals] Greed fuels the blade Tech turns blood into profit Mercs cheer the kill [Outro | fading cold menace | sparse hits] And we love it... We fucking love it...
