Wasi River Hymn (Klingon Starfire Drone)

[Banjo warning riff]
(Deep drone rising, star-hum low, breathe in, breathe out)

[Verse 1]
Shift done, boots float by the viewport glow,
Plasma scars fading where the star-winds blow.
Hard-day conflict heavy, but I won’t explode,
Let the starlines smooth out every overload.
Honor in the ledger, feel it brace my chest,
Turn the battle scroll into warrior rest.
From the forge-deck roar to the cosmos’ song,
I’m learning how to stand firm, even when it’s long.

[Pre-Chorus]
We speak the weight so it gains no hold,
Offer it to starlight on a burning stone.
We roar ancient stories that we once repressed,
Turn the warborn mind to a spirit quest.

[Chorus]
Wasi River rest, in the void-lit Milky Way,
Not in weakness, but in fire at the end of the day.
We hold burdens, shields, and slow heart-beats in time,
While the voices rise in drones like a sun-shot chime.
We don’t drown the signal in the storms we’ve flown,
We just sing with the ether in a thunder tone.
Wasi River rest, where the wild hearts calm,
Every weary fighter finds a starbright psalm.

[Verse 2]
Logs in the datapad, locked back in the bay,
Here it’s only nebulae in red-violet spray.
Comms fall silent, void wide open and clear,
Let the moons keep watch while we park our fear.
Deckplate lines and orders fade behind the shields,
Protocols loosen in the dark-field yields.
From the psychosocial battle rodeo,
To a blanket by a port where the dim stars glow.

[Chorus]
Wasi River rest, in the void-lit Milky Way,
Not in weakness, but in fire at the end of the day.
We hold burdens, shields, and slow heart-beats in time,
While the voices rise in drones like a sun-shot chime.
We don’t drown the signal in the storms we’ve flown,
We just sing with the ether in a thunder tone.
Wasi River rest, where the wild hearts calm,
Every weary fighter finds a starbright psalm.

[Breakdown]
(Hegh batlh, breathe deep, let the steel hearts cool)
(Soft stomp, slow chant, star-lit rule)
Honor-mark the risk, let the low drums glow,
Let the red-blood line be the tempo.
Past-day battle in a violet sway,
Turn the roar of the week to a star bouquet.

[Bridge]
We chart out the load so it can’t chart us,
Trade the grind for a fierce star-chorus.
From the spill of rage to the steady flow,
We learn to let the clenched jaws loosen and glow.
In this riverside spacebound saga we write,
We hold each other’s shadows in a crimson light.

[Final Chorus]
Wasi River rest, in the void-lit Milky Way,
Not in weakness, but in fire at the end of the day.
We hold burdens, shields, and slow heart-beats in time,
Turning harsh ship static to a soul-drenched chime.
We don’t drown the signal in the storms we’ve flown,
We just sing with the ether in a thunder tone.
Wasi River rest, where the wild hearts calm,
Every weary fighter finds a starbright psalm.
Wasi River rest, northern stars above,
Turn the long war’s weight into warrior love.

[Outro]
(Drone fading slow, choir embers sigh)
Starfield breathing dark while the cycles slide by.
One last chord where the night runs crest,
Wasi River rest, Wasi River rest.
(Qapla’, rest.)