Ein Song als Hommage / Tribute an das Commodore AMIGA Spiel „Oil Imperium„
In a room where pixels paint the sky
Oil wells pump cash while the barrels fly
Imperium beckons from the CRT’s glow
Strategic minds where fortunes flow
Drill through the night while the rivals sleep
In digital lands where secrets we keep
Boardroom battles on eight-bit screens
Building empires from childhood dreams
Oh Amiga light up that old flame
Oil Imperium play the game
From joystick wars to memory lanes
We ruled the world in code and planes
Tactics sharp as a wildcat’s claw
Profit margins kept us in awe
Trade routes drawn like lines in sand
Our little kingdom by our command
Rival tycoons blurred in the haze
Stock markets crash in these arcade days
Gushers of gold in our fevered chase
Virtual riches and timeless grace
From deserts dry to offshore rigs
Striking deals and doing big gigs
In the labyrinth of ancient lore
Where we played and dreamed for more
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