10 - The Chronicles of TabEwon - The Builders of TabEwon

Описание: Neon sky, a ribbon trail across the dark,
Panther clippers roaring, engines leave a spark.
Steel and titanium stacked like prayer in the hold,
Aluminium dreams and CMM woven bold.
Jumping from the carriers into the silent ring,
We braid the stars with girders, raise the newborn swing.

Cold on the hull, radio ghosts in the night,
Hand on the throttle, keep the beacon in sight.

We are the builders of the Circle of Tabewon,
Carving constellations where the old lights are gone.
Lonely as comets, but we answer the call —
ValTek on the deck and we haul it all.
Raise the stations, call the names in the dark,
Cleric Durkanaam lights the dawn with a spark.

Logbooks full of freighter prayers and broken jokes,
Coffee gone bitter, sleep is short and provoked.
Shipboard hymns for rivets, welding arcs that hum,
We frame tomorrow where the cold void comes.
Cargo bays like altars, pulsing with the weight,
We stitch a scattered heaven — destiny and freight.

Static and static, voices thin on the line,
Still we push forward through the gravity of time.

We are the builders of the Circle of Tabewon,
Carving constellations where the old lights are gone.
Lonely as comets, but we answer the call —
ValTek on the deck and we haul it all.
Raise the stations, call the names in the dark,
Cleric Durkanaam lights the dawn with a spark.

Hull to hull, hand to hand, we lay the spine of stars,
Echoes of home in the hum of cargo bars.
We measure life in alloys, in plates and seams,
In midnight runways and long-lit dreams.

They said the sky would swallow us whole,
But we built a place to keep our souls.
ValTek swears by the clamps and wire,
Durkanaam prays at the neon fire.

We are the builders of the Circle of Tabewon,
Carving constellations where the old lights are gone.
Lonely as comets, but we answer the call —
ValTek on the deck and we haul it all.
Raise the stations, call the names in the dark,
Cleric Durkanaam lights the dawn with a spark.

Panther clippers fading into morning’s vein,
Steel and hope still pulsing through our veins.
We leave behind the skeletons of night,
Builders of forever, riding into light.