Phoenix

Phoenix by Jita FM In the shipyards of the North, the forges never sleep, Workers shape the steel, their duty strong and deep. Born of Caldari hands, precision, strength, and will, Phoenix takes its form, the skies grow still. From the State it rises, shadow of the past, Built for tomorrow, for glory that will last. Phoenix! Phoenix! Power of the Nation! Phoenix! Phoenix! Shield of liberation! Missiles strike, the enemies fall, Phoenix leads — the will of all. The cyno burns red, the call has begun, Engines ignite, no place left to run. Citadels crumble, the enemies break, Phoenix in…