RAIDERS OF THE ARC (arc raiders)
[Verse 1]
In the heart of sperenza, I step into the fray,
Crafting my tools, just to survive another day.
Scavenging the ruins, searching for loot.
Avoiding ARC machines, moving swift and with ease.
[Chorus]
I’m the Raider in the night, with urgency in my veins,
Crafting, scavenging, through the wreck and the remains.
Avoiding every threat, I’m fighting just to breathe,
In this world of chaos, I’m the one who won’t concede.
[Verse 2]
Every step is crucial, every move’s a game,
ARC machines lurking, never quite the same.
In the silence of the night, I’m forging my own path,
Dodging every danger, feeling the aftermath.
[Verse 3]
I hear the ARCS around me hum, that metal grind in the dark,
One wrong step and I’m a memory burned into the earth.
Pockets full of scrap, hands shaking from the cold,
Every tool I build feels like gambling with my soul.
Got a battery half-dead, a rifle held together with duck tape.
But quitting ain’t an option when the surface draws near.
Sperenza needs supplies, and I’m the one they send—
If I don’t make it back, then this run is my end.
[Verse 4]
Crawling through wreckage with the sun at my back,
Watching the sky for drones that love to track.
Heartbeat racing as a queen stomps the ridge,
I hold my breath tight, frozen under a bridge.
Scavenge what I can—wires, meds, a broken fuse,
Anything is treasure when you’ve got nothing to lose.
And every close call reminds me why I fight:
Live one more hour… make it home tonight.
[Chorus]
I’m the Raider in the night, with urgency in my veins,
Crafting, scavenging, through the wreck and the remains.
Avoiding every threat, I’m fighting just to breathe,
In this world of chaos, I’m the one who won’t concede.
[Bridge]
Tools in my hands, and the night is my ally,
Every resource counts, under this dark sky.
With every close call, I’m learning to survive,
In the world of ARC, it’s do or die to thrive.
[Ending]
ARC signals rising, I can feel ’em closing in,
Static in my headset, can barely feel my skin.
Tools running low, health dropping fast,
Every breath I take feels like it might be my last.
But I keep pushing forward, broken gear in my hands,
Running through a battlefield I barely understand.
If this world wants me dead, it’ll have to chase me down—
’Cause I’m fighting tooth and nail just to make it back to town.
And if the sky goes quiet, and the metal starts to scream…
Tell sperenza I ran ’til the end
trying to outrun the machine.
ARGYRO_STUDIOS
