At Last We're Free

At Last We're Free by Jita FM Freighters blaze the cosmos, scarred from years of strife. Their hulls bear marks of sorrow, but we’ve reclaimed our life. From the slave pens and chain‑mine fields, we forged a rebel flame. Now we rise in battered ships—their tyrants feel the shame. No more shackles of the Amarr, broken lies of the State. Our hearts were beat in silence, now they thrum with fate. We lived as hunted cattle, their collars cut us down. But now our scars are banners—freedom’s ours to crown. At last we’re free—like drifters on the open space. At last we’re free—with wrath in every…