Hellraisers of Night City (Gritty industrial rock / cyberpunk anthem – think heavy guitars, distorted synths, pounding drums, and a neon-soaked chorus) [Verse 1] Chrome-plated boots hit the wet concrete Two shadows moving through the red-light heat Jacked-in, locked-and-loaded, no corp badge on our chests Just a shared bottle of something strong and a death wish at best We don’t take jobs for the eddies alone We take ‘em ‘cause the streets are calling us home From Watson to Pacifica, from the docks to the spires Two mercs with a plan and a couple of fires [Pre-Chorus] They said stay low, stay quiet, stay alive But quiet never made a legend thrive [Chorus] We’re the hellraisers of Night City Burning bright where the chrome meets the blood Two names on the wind, two ghosts in the grid Writing our story in gunfire and mud Raise hell till the skyline remembers our names Raise hell till the corpos all learn to fear flames Hellraisers… of Night City [Verse 2] Took a contract that no one else would touch A datafort in the clouds and a price way too much My partner laughed, lit a cigarette slow “What’s the point of living if you never go pro?” Bullets and code, blades and black ICE We cut through the defenses like a hot chrome knife Left a trail of broken AV’s and burning black cars Two silhouettes dancing under holographic stars [Pre-Chorus] They said play it safe, take the easy score But easy never opened the legend door [Chorus] We’re the hellraisers of Night City Burning bright where the chrome meets the blood Two names on the wind, two ghosts in the grid Writing our story in gunfire and mud Raise hell till the skyline remembers our names Raise hell till the corpos all learn to fear flames Hellraisers… of Night City [Bridge] One day they’ll tell it in the Afterlife bar How two chooms went out and rewrote the stars No Arasaka throne, no militech crown Just a couple of street legends who refused to back down When the netrunners speak and the fixers all lean in They’ll say: those two didn’t survive… They won. [Final Chorus – bigger, dirtier] We’re the hellraisers of Night City Burning bright where the chrome meets the blood Two names on the wind, two ghosts in the grid Writing our story in gunfire and mud Raise hell till the skyline remembers our names Raise hell till the corpos all learn to fear flames Hellraisers… Hellraisers… Of Night City [Outro – spoken over fading synths and distant sirens] Yeah… we raised hell. And Night City never forgot.
