Crimson Chains

Crimson Chains by Jita FM Blood-red hull in the nebula haze, a sermon carved in iron veins. I hunt alone through null’s black maze, where the faithful whisper names. Lasers hum like cathedral bells, crimson lances through the night— Ashimmu drinks the soul of ships, devours their will to fight. Neuts reach out like vampire hands, Webs stretch wide like broken bands. Crimson chains, I bind your flame, Cap drained dry, you call my name. Null-sec sins, no fleet remains, Ashimmu feeds on burning veins. If I fall, it’s in fire and spite, If I live, I rule the night. “gf” in local, shadow’s…