
Verse 1: Spawned in cinders, drifting through a starless sea, Engines moan, a dirge for all we’ll never be. Iron ribs encase our fleeting, fragile spark, Hunted by the specters born of code and dark.
Pre-Chorus: Quakes of terror claw the silence, splitting seams, Still we steer through ruin, chasing fractured dreams.
Chorus: We’re surging, raw and reckless, through the abyss’s grip, Outcasts of oblivion, on this haunted ship. Souls flare, defiant, slashing through the night, This is our redemption, born in endless might.
Verse 2: Fighters carve their fury ‘cross a sky of stone, Whispers trapped in static call us to the unknown. Every wound we carry charts a vanished world, Yet we hunt the horizon, with our banner unfurled.
Pre-Chorus: Phantoms weave their malice, tightening the noose, But our blood runs hotter, breaking fate’s abuse.
Chorus: We’re surging, raw and reckless, through the abyss’s grip, Outcasts of oblivion, on this haunted ship. Souls flare, defiant, slashing through the night, This is our redemption, born in endless might.
Bridge: Machines with soulless eyes, their hunger never quits, They stalk the cosmic waste, but we’ll outburn their wits. From the ashes of our past, we’ll snatch a fleeting dawn, This battered hull, our crucible, keeps driving us beyond.
Chorus: We’re surging, raw and reckless, through the abyss’s grip, Outcasts of oblivion, on this haunted ship. Souls flare, defiant, slashing through the night, This is our redemption, born in endless Might.
Outro: BattleStar Galactica, Sailing past the brink, where hope and horror fuse, Our anthem, carved in steel, will never sing of truce.