I sing of arms and man, and a galaxy in peril
Of a republic in winter, on the brink of empire
Of a dark god's marauder horde, vengeful and feral
Of a nation stuck between tradition's tomb and Fate's fire
Of a remnant of ancients, lost to the abyss of history
Of a conquered and restored people, longing for their old ways
Of a new order in the underworld, shrouded in mystery
O Muse, tell me, whom shall condemn and whom shall praise?
Caesar's mercy, Liha's wrath, Coleman's ambition
When the wheel of history turns and turns
And the shadowed tyrants embark on their mission
To the fire set, that the galaxy burns