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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Grey knife on the horizon
Old hull
Fresh warpaint
Carving up the clouds in orbit
Like it’s just another day at work
Hangar doors yawning open
Frigates like teeth in its jaw
Who builds a factory of fighters
Then throws it straight into the maw?
[Chorus]
Vendor-class over my head
Blotting out the blue
Turning noon to red
Every crate
Every cage
Every bolt they bled
Built for war
Now the war’s its bed
Vendor-class over my head
[Verse 2]
Deckhands sleep by the bulkheads
Dream in numbers
Not in names
Count the fuel
Count the cargo
Count the dead
Never count the shame
A convoy turned executioner
Supply lines tracing scars
Just a “support ship” on the records
But it swallows little stars
[Chorus]
Vendor-class over my head
Blotting out the blue
Turning noon to red
Every crate
Every cage
Every bolt they bled
Built for war
Now the war’s its bed
Vendor-class over my head
[Bridge]
Is it just steel
Or a ghost that learned to breathe?
All these decks
All these deals
All these lives beneath its feet
[Chorus]
Vendor-class over my head
Blotting out the blue
Turning noon to red
Every crate
Every cage
Every bolt they bled
Built for war
Now the war’s its bed
Vendor-class over my head (over my head)
Vendor-class over my head
Details
GeneratedFeb 23, 2026
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Modern cinematic rock with male vocals; chugging drop-tuned guitars, tom-heavy drums, and a grinding bass drone under the verses. Chorus explodes with wide power chords, stacked gang vocals on the hook, and soaring lead guitar countermelodies. Bridge pulls back to half-time, distant choirs, and feedback swells before a final full-tilt chorus.
Credits
Prompt by
Twolf_Is_Cool
Twolf_Is_CoolModelAria v5
Prompt
Write a rock song about the vendor class star destroyer in Star Wars
