u'In frozen null we carve our name
fleets crash hard, the void turns red
gates burn cold, no fear, no shame
we hunt where weaker hearts have fled
No safe dock, no quiet grind
we chase the rush through wormhole dark
bombs whisper death, structures blind
every kill ignites the spark
Pulse required. Bring your fire.
Dock up. Plug in. Face the storm.
We only want the ones who tire
of peace\u2014and live to keep it torn.
Winter is Coming.'