Beneath the Sky - Serpentis

Beneath the sky by Jita FM Beneath the sky where the cold winds run, By the harbor kissed by midnight sun, Stands a stone that whispers tales untold, Of capsuleers with hearts so bold. Names etched deep in timeless grace, Pilots lost in time and space, From Caldari steel to Gallente flame, Each soul inscribed, each call sign name. Names in stone, across the stars, Bound by wars and battle scars. In Reykjavík they carved our flight, From Jita’s heart to Amarr’s light. We are the echoes, bold and free, Immortal in this legacy. We flew through fire, through wormhole mist, Trading dreams, or…