On the battlefield we fight with all our might
Valor and honor is our right
The laggy battlefield where men and noobs have tried
To stand for what is good and what is right

Only pressing F1 will win the day
Hot rack of the brave (Hot is the rack)
Pure hearts bring us to truth
Is it the heart of the brave or the heat of the rack

Tacklers have scrambled me many times
I've denied most reapers of my bounty
The chill of death freezes me at night
I entrust the mighty F1 held ready

I've flown by the moons, looked over many planets
That were conquered by capsuleers and infantry
Searching for the answer, the riddle of the toon
What will win the day and take the killmail

The power within us stronger than any clone
Wages battle and brings us peace
Souls of our fathers, their ISK we carry on
We meet again another expansion

[adapted from Briody & Conklin]