[Verse 1] Fleet’s eight hours and counting, Warp trails burning over Yulai, The thunder of guns all around me, One breach and Dammalin dies. In local they beg our surrender, “Dock up, stand down, go home,” But we anchor in, Red-boxed and grim, We either hold or burn alone. [Pre-Chorus] Scope cams rolling, systems falling, But this one’s drawn in blood and sand— The buck stops in Abudhan. [Chorus] We’ll hold the line ’Til we’re out of time, When the cyno lights, Half the grid is gone. If this is the hill Where we break or build, Then every last shot We’re firing head‑on. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Post-Chorus] No fallback plan, No higher command, The buck stops in Abudhan. [Verse 2] We’ve been anchored for hours, Hostile numbers multiply, Their caps repping through the barrage, Still one hole and Dammalin dies. They’re spamming their calls for surrender, “Just bail, just dock, go home,” But our guns stay hot, Armor’s all we’ve got, We either hold or burn alone. [Bridge] FR frames burning, boosters failing, Comms are choked with static and prayers, Name by name, our voices cracking, “Hold that rep, I’m almost there.” If we lose this gate, the war pours through us, No one else will stem that flood, So we spend our ships On this ragged grid, Paying one last debt in blood. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Pre-Chorus] Scope cams rolling, systems falling, But this one’s drawn in blood and sand— The buck stops in Abudhan. [Chorus] We’ll hold the line ’Til we’re out of time, When the cyno lights, Half the grid is gone. If this is the hill Where we break or build, Then every last shot We’re firing head‑on. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Post-Chorus] No fallback plan, No higher command, The buck stops in Abudhan. [Verse 3] Fleet chat’s filling with stream links, Scope feeds mirrored on every screen, Our losses flash red on the ticker, While the null blocs lurk and preen. They theorycraft our destruction, “Wrong hulls, wrong grid, go home,” Yet with each lost ship, Tightens every grip, We either hold or burn alone. [Pre-Chorus] Scope cams rolling, systems falling, But this one’s drawn in blood and sand— The buck stops in Abudhan. [Chorus] We’ll hold the line ’Til we’re out of time, When the cyno lights, Half the grid is gone. If this is the hill Where we break or build, Then every last shot We’re firing head‑on. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Post-Chorus] No fallback plan, No higher command, The buck stops in Abudhan. [Verse 4] Fuel ticks down in the triage, Paste runs thin in the racks, Bays run dry of reserve hulls, Just scorch marks and slag on the blacks. Logi wings are flying on fumes now, “Last cap chain, then we’re done,” Still we cycle reps, On these broken steps, ’Til the final broadcast’s won. [Bridge] FR frames burning, boosters failing, Comms are choked with static and prayers, Name by name, our voices cracking, “Hold that rep, I’m almost there.” If we lose this gate, the war pours through us, No one else will stem that flood, So we spend our ships On this ragged grid, Paying one last debt in blood. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Pre-Chorus] Scope cams rolling, systems falling, But this one’s drawn in blood and sand— The buck stops in Abudhan. [Chorus] We’ll hold the line ’Til we’re out of time, When the cyno lights, Half the grid is gone. If this is the hill Where we break or build, Then every last shot We’re firing head‑on. The buck stops in Abudhan. [Post-Chorus] No fallback plan, No higher command, The buck stops in Abudhan. [Verse 5] Dawn creeps cold over CONCORD, Gate lights dim through the smoke, Wrecks drift silent in orbits ’Round the dreams we never spoke. If they crash this line in the morning, Let the records show we stood, With our names in flame, On this star‑lit frame, Paying all we ever could. [Pre-Chorus] Scope cams rolling, systems falling, But this one’s drawn in blood and sand— The buck stops in Abudhan. [Chorus] We’ll hold the line ’Til we’re out of time, When the cyno lights, Half the grid is gone. If this is the hill Where we break or build, Then every last shot We’re firing head‑on. The buck stops in Abudhan. [outro] No fallback plan, No higher command, The buck stops in Abudhan.
