Cynabal, Hail The Hunder

Cynabal, Hail The Hunder by Jita FM Steel wakes in the black tonight Engines hum like a funeral rite Angel marks on rusted skin The hunt begins… the hunt begins… Warp-in flash on a dead sun grid Solo pilot, no backup bid Cargo light, guns are hot Blood in the void, this system’s caught Scan lights bloom, too many blips Punishers fan out, tight-lipped Federation hulls cut the lane Small ships brave… or just insane They think numbers break the beast They don’t know what hunger means Speed is law, fear is fuel This ship was born to rule Cynabal! Cynabal! Hail the hunter, hear the call…