(Verse 1)
From Terra's port to Pyro's dark, I flew a lonely track, My Asgard sliced the blackest void, no turning ever back. I sought the fame, the spoils, the fight, where 'Verse itself takes hold, And faced a hoard of pirate scum, a tale that must be told! They came upon me, hull-to-hull, in battered, rusted ships, They screamed their threats on every freq, with curses on their lips!
(Chorus)
Heave ho, the Asgard burns! Wytch cammer the All-Father is cold! We're breathing smoke and shattered glass, upon a deck of old! But Ragnarök is in our soul! We'll take our share of dust! For a son of the stars, by a Viking's blood, in the final stand we trust! Heave ho, the Asgard burns! To Valhalla we shall go!
(Verse 2)
My shields were stripped, my weapons spent, the power dimming fast, A hull breach ripped the engine room, a fiery, awful blast. The atmosphere is running low, the air a poisoned stew, With every breath, a warning blares, a final countdown, too! I step across the decking plate, where holes are yawning wide, I see the cold and endless void, where space-lanes used to ride!
(Chorus)
Heave ho, the Asgard burns! Wytch cammer the All-Father is cold! We're breathing smoke and shattered glass, upon a deck of old! But Ragnarök is in our soul! We'll take our share of dust! For a son of the stars, by a Viking's blood, in the final stand we trust! Heave ho, the Asgard burns! To Valhalla we shall go!
(Bridge)
They think they've won, the swaggering dogs, their lasers cease to fire! They wait for me to yield the ship, to feed my soul to dire... No, by the beard of Odin, no! My flight stick still I grip! A final pulse! A desperate thrust! From a broken, burning ship! They'll take no prize! They'll have no loot! They'll only get the pain! I'll set the self-destruct sequence off, and drag them to the drain!
(Chorus)
Heave ho, the Asgard burns! Wytch cammer the All-Father is cold! We're breathing smoke and shattered glass, upon a deck of old! But Ragnarök is in our soul! We'll take our share of dust! For a son of the stars, by a Viking's blood, in the final stand we trust! Heave ho, the Asgard burns! To Valhalla we shall go!
(Outro)
My vision blurs, the smoke is thick, the ship begins to fall... I hear the Valkyries calling me, a final, hopeful call! One last deep breath... a final laugh... To Valhalla we shall go!
Music generated by Suno AI (Pro Version) - Lyrics by [Brandon/Gemini AI].
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