Hull of Steel

Hull of Steel by Jita FM I was born in the dock of Gallente Prime, With a fusion heart and vengeance in mind. Stripped of my plates, then rebuilt again, Armor turned to hull, now I feel no pain. They said, “Don’t take her to the front,” But I said, “Let ‘em come.” I’ve got 4.5 million reasons, To outlast the setting sun. Hull of steel, fire and fate, Moros won’t kneel, it’ll decimate. Siege lit red, cannons burn, One-way trip, no return. “Moros! Siege! Moros! Fire!” “Hull tank, deep strike, never tire!” They jumped me in low-sec, four against one, But they didn’t know my fight’s never…