Letras
There's a tale they whisper out past Hurston's light
'Bout a ghost ship that haunts the edge of night
No beacon, no tags, just a gleam on the dash
Like a Cutty Black risen from old shipyard ash
She flew in quiet with her power on mute
Paint scraped raw, weapons dirty but cute
Pilot wore a helmet with a cracked red line
Eyes like moons, heart cold as brine
He was born in the static of an outlaw feed
Raised by code and a need for speed
His first kill came at the jump point gate
Snared a hauler, cracked the crate
Cargo spilled like blood on decks
Gold and grain, and stolen tech
But he took only one thing more
The will to come back and settle the score
Oh, he flies where the scanners fade
Past the laws the UEE made
He don't run, he don't hide
Just drifts like a knife on the blackest tide
And when your sensors blink and scream
You'll know he's real, not just a dream
From Grim Hex bars to Crusader rings
He sold his loot and cut comm strings
No name, no tag, no port he claimed
Just a Cutty and silence where others aimed
He hit convoys, liners, even ships of war
Planted charges by the airlock door
And when the navy tried to trace his flame
They found decoys burnin' with someone else's name
"See, I ain't no villain, just playin' my part
The 'verse don't love you, it tears you apart
So I take what I need and leave just enough
For the tale to grow, for the edge to stay rough"
Yeah, he flies where the scanners fade
Out where the honest are too afraid
With no flag and no crew pride
Just ghosts in tow and a quantum stride
And when your hull shakes in a silent beam
That's the Black Beacon, cuttin' clean
So if you're hauling near the Pyro flame
And your nav goes blank, whisper his name
He ain't a hero, he ain't insane
Just a man with a ship and a pirate's claim