Скачать или смотреть Sterner Stuff ~ An Ellen Ripley (Alien) Song (Dead by Daylight)

A song created with the assistance of AI, about the survivor from beyond the stars, Ellen Ripley.

Song created by FabledEcho

This song is a fan-made work inspired by Dead by Daylight and its characters. I do not own any rights to Dead by Daylight, its lore, or its intellectual property. All rights to the original material belong to Behaviour Interactive Inc.

This project is created purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe upon or profit from the original work. This is an unofficial, transformative piece and is not affiliated with or endorsed by Behaviour Interactive.

If you are a rights holder and have any concerns, please contact me directly.

Lyrics:
No stars… just static
Cold walls hum low
Feels like a corridor
But not one I know

Lights flicker — breath held tight
This isn’t space, but it’s not right
I know the rhythm of real dread
This place just echoes in my head

Chemical Trap gripped in my hand
I’ve walked through fire on cursed command
The Nostromo’s ghosts still grip my core
But I’m still standing — same as before

I will not break, I will not bend
The Fog won’t claim me in the end
Through sealed doors and android lies
I’ve burned the black and watched it die

I am made of sterner stuff
Your shadows aren't deep enough
I won’t back down, I won’t let go
I’ve faced the dark — and made it glow

The Shape stands still, a shadowed breath
But I’ve felt closer kinds of death
His silence stalks, his presence near
But I don’t freeze — I shift the gear

The Huntress hums, her eyes are red
But lullabies don’t raise the dead
Newt sang softly in my arms
While everything collapsed in harm

The Dredge oozes from the dark
But I’ve heard breathing in the Ark
Its limbs don’t scare — I’ve seen the Queen
This Fog just plays a lesser scene

(She's back. I saw her die.)
A flash of chrome, acid hiss
The tremor hits, that killing kiss
She’s here again, but wrong somehow
Fog-born. Molded. Still her now

Synthetic Guts stitch me tight
I breathe — to light the fire right
I lit the Ark. I burned it clean.
And now she stands — tall, obscene

The Company bred worse than this
I’ve scorched the hive in fire and hiss
Now she comes crawling through the gloom
But I won’t let her be my tomb

I hear Newt’s scream, I hear my own
But I’m not dying here alone
The Nostromo burned. So will she.
I make the rules — this time, I’m free

I will not break, I will not bend
The Fog won’t claim me in the end
Through every scar, and every breach
I bring the flame, I make the reach

I am made of sterner stuff
This nightmare isn’t strong enough
I won’t back down, I won’t let go
I’ve lit the dark — now watch it glow