Unbroken Will

Unbroken Will by Jita FM Ikitursa, hold the beam. Steel and fire, born to dream. Engines hum, the void is mine. Ash to signal, time to shine. Out of Pochven, dark and deep, Engines howl where the shadows sleep. One and a half billion credits burn, Every isk for one more turn. Occult beam locks, no escape, The light itself becomes the shape. No retreat, no mercy still, Every cycle feeds my will. Unbroken will, Ikitursa lights the sky. Through the void, I burn, I fly. From ember to fury, I stand still. One gun, one soul, unbroken will. Webs ignite, the trap is set, Drones sing death where…