Uploaded July 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Original Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Lyrics:
[Контекст]
В те дни, когда ученые с тоской смотрели на звезды, а зайцы боялись волков… Когда предки Пауля только пришли к власти на одной из далеких планет, а Альянса еще не было и в помине… В те давние времена свершился раскол вселенной.
[Текст песни]
В те дни, когда звёзды мерцали вдали,
И их не могли покорить корабли,
Лишь шёпот фантазий, да сладость мечты
Дарили надежду достичь высоты.
В те древние годы, что смог позабыть
И бог, что сплетает истории нить,
Раздвоиться сущему было дано
На сферу добра и вселенское зло.
Из песен уснувшего духа Творца
Явилось видение благого Кольца,
И всякий, в чьём сердце ютилось добро,
Влекомый судьбою, вливался в него.
Но люди, чьи помыслы были черны,
Кто слышал сознанием зов сатаны,
Чьё сердце змеёнышем жарило зло,
Под жезлом Империи свили гнездо.
И плавилось небо в потоках огня.
Архивная пыль не припомнит и дня,
Чтоб тёплая кровь по земле не текла
От битвы добра и вселенского зла.
Хоть мощь притяжения древних планет
Безумство фантазий сводило на нет,
Ничто не мешало в межзвездную даль
Послать свою ненависть, страх и печаль.
Со скоростью света и даже быстрей
Два центра влияли на разум царей.
И добрые вести, и всполохи зла
Волна за волною в пространство несла.
На каждой планете и в каждой дыре
Жрецы поклонялись и тьме, и заре.
И те, кто пред светом склоняли главу,
Дырявили череп вселенскому злу.
Когда же наука шагнула вперёд,
Открыв для несчастных межзвёздный полёт,
То тысячи звёзд запылали огнём
В накале сражений меж злом и добром.
Десятки скоплений забытых миров
Рубились за тёмных и светлых богов.
И первый корабль, что разум рождал,
Нёс в космос отмщенье, огонь и металл.
Проходят эпохи цепочкой веков,
Потрескались лики бессмертных богов.
И вместо добра и вселенского зла
Цари и державы решают дела.
Но тонкие нити начала времён,
Пронзившие космос ещё испокон,
Пока существуют, являя собой
Рычаг управленья вселенской судьбой.
И два человека, как два паука,
Чья власть устояла в лихие века,
Ещё направляют ударом весла
Движение добра и вселенского зла.
Original Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Lyrics:
[Контекст]
В те дни, когда ученые с тоской смотрели на звезды, а зайцы боялись волков… Когда предки Пауля только пришли к власти на одной из далеких планет, а Альянса еще не было и в помине… В те давние времена свершился раскол вселенной.
[Текст песни]
В те дни, когда звёзды мерцали вдали,
И их не могли покорить корабли,
Лишь шёпот фантазий, да сладость мечты
Дарили надежду достичь высоты.
В те древние годы, что смог позабыть
И бог, что сплетает истории нить,
Раздвоиться сущему было дано
На сферу добра и вселенское зло.
Из песен уснувшего духа Творца
Явилось видение благого Кольца,
И всякий, в чьём сердце ютилось добро,
Влекомый судьбою, вливался в него.
Но люди, чьи помыслы были черны,
Кто слышал сознанием зов сатаны,
Чьё сердце змеёнышем жарило зло,
Под жезлом Империи свили гнездо.
И плавилось небо в потоках огня.
Архивная пыль не припомнит и дня,
Чтоб тёплая кровь по земле не текла
От битвы добра и вселенского зла.
Хоть мощь притяжения древних планет
Безумство фантазий сводило на нет,
Ничто не мешало в межзвездную даль
Послать свою ненависть, страх и печаль.
Со скоростью света и даже быстрей
Два центра влияли на разум царей.
И добрые вести, и всполохи зла
Волна за волною в пространство несла.
На каждой планете и в каждой дыре
Жрецы поклонялись и тьме, и заре.
И те, кто пред светом склоняли главу,
Дырявили череп вселенскому злу.
Когда же наука шагнула вперёд,
Открыв для несчастных межзвёздный полёт,
То тысячи звёзд запылали огнём
В накале сражений меж злом и добром.
Десятки скоплений забытых миров
Рубились за тёмных и светлых богов.
И первый корабль, что разум рождал,
Нёс в космос отмщенье, огонь и металл.
Проходят эпохи цепочкой веков,
Потрескались лики бессмертных богов.
И вместо добра и вселенского зла
Цари и державы решают дела.
Но тонкие нити начала времён,
Пронзившие космос ещё испокон,
Пока существуют, являя собой
Рычаг управленья вселенской судьбой.
И два человека, как два паука,
Чья власть устояла в лихие века,
Ещё направляют ударом весла
Движение добра и вселенского зла.

![BattleTech Steiner Recon Doctrine
Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
In the silence of the stars, the sensors start to ping,
A shadow looms on barren ground — a monstrous, walking king.
No whispers in the comms — just thunder in the sand,
The scouts have come from Steiner, and theyre making their stand.
[Pre-Chorus]
No Locusts, no Spiders, no Jenners in sight —
Just hundred-ton behemoths, blinding with their light.
They’re here to scout, they’re here to see,
By leveling your base beneath a steel stampede!
[Chorus]
We are the Scouts of Steiner!
Marching with AC-twos and gauss!
No need for stealth or silence,
When you can scout by total loss!
We bring the recon fire,
With Atlas, Zeus, and Crab in line —
Let others whisper in the dark...
We scout with battle signs!
[Verse 2]
The Davions send Ravens, the Kuritans their stealth,
But Steiner scouts with Atlas — reconnaissance by health.
A seismic wave of warnings, the tremor of the fight,
Who needs to ask “what’s over there?”
Just nuke it left and right!
[Pre-Chorus]
Binoculars are useless, drones are for the weak —
When Steiner scouts are coming, they make the mountain speak.
With PPCs and missiles high,
They “gather intel” as they fly!
[Chorus]
We are the Scouts of Steiner!
Our footsteps crack the very core!
We map terrain in craters,
And leave you as a data spore!
We bring the recon fire,
With Awesome, King Crab, and Orion —
Who needs a plan or silent scan,
When you’ve got steel and Zion?
[Bridge – Spoken, deep voice, with choir in background]
Sir, the scouts have returned.
— What did they find?
Nothing remains. Therefore: mission success.
[Final Chorus – Modulated up, more epic]
We are the Scouts of Steiner!
The battlefields our map and guide!
Forget your subtle sensors —
We let explosions decide!
We bring the recon fire,
With iron hearts and guns divine —
No stealth, no fear, just walking gods...
We scout in battle lines!
[Outro – Fading with wind and distant stomps]
“Steiner... scouts... reporting... all clear.”
“Everything is gone.”
“Exactly.” BattleTech Steiner Recon Doctrine](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/rwLeUOTHPXs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Kojima/10 by ERICA
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Vocals by: @Erica_Fr
Mixing and mastering by: Max Kranich
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I bought a box, it had Snake on the cover
Was ready for stealth, for one thrill after another
Espionage in the shadows, a silent crusade
But what I unwrapped... was banana grenade
[Pre-Chorus]
I came for the mission, for tactical ops
Not shower scenes and anime pops
They promised me war, they gave me a date
With a cardboard box and a psycho in skates
[Chorus]
Kojimaaaa!
What the hell were you smokin?
My brain is broken
I’m choking on plotlines that never make sense
Kojimaaaa!
This ain’t what I ordered
It’s memes on a border
Of brilliance and batshit again and again
#F**konami — it’s a perfect ten!
[Verse 2]
I wanted a weapon, you gave me a waifu
A horse that poops, and a dog that can high-five too
Nanomachines, son — they’re back in the fray
And my sniper’s allergic to clothes every day
[Bridge - spoken word, dramatic whisper]
War has changed...
No it hasn’t, it just got weird
Now I’m fighting a whale made of fire and fear
And Quiet won’t talk, but she moans like a storm
Was this stealth game... or a softcore pron?
[Chorus]
Kojimaaaa!
You beautiful madman
The plot is a trash can
But I can’t stop playing, I’m sucked in again
Kojimaaaa!
It’s chaos and glory
An anime story
Where the robots cry and the nukes make friends
#F**konami — Kojima outta 10!
[Outro]
So here’s to the madness, the memes and the mess
To the cutscenes that last more than Game of Thrones eps
It’s a ride, it’s a trip, it’s a fever dream blend
Kojima outta 10!, my confused little friend
#F**konami — until the end Kojima/10 by ERICA](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/tMxJLKjQWtU/mqdefault.jpg)
![Goodbye, Shang Tsung (In memory of Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa)
Lyrics and lead vocals: Zhuravliov
Guitar: Zhuravliov
Additional instruments, mixing and voice changer: Max Kranich
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I was just a boy in the glow of the screen,
Watching warriors fight in a pixel dream.
You stepped through the smoke, with a villain’s grin,
But I saw the soul that burned within.
[Verse 2]
From samurai blades to the emperors throne,
You wore every mask, but the truth was your own.
A master of menace, a king of the dark,
But off of the stage, you carried a spark.
[Chorus]
Goodbye, Shang Tsung, your soul lives on,
Through every line and every dawn.
The villains you played, the hearts that you won,
Now the curtain falls, but you’re never gone.
You were more than the roles, more than the face —
A kind, quiet light in a ruthless place.
[Verse 3]
Since the 80s I watched, through fire and fear,
Your eyes held a story I still hold dear.
You taught me that strength can be silent and wise,
Even evil can hide a hero in disguise.
[Chorus]
Goodbye, Shang Tsung, your soul lives on,
Through every fight and every song.
The villains you played, the lives that you touched,
No death can erase what you gave us so much.
You were shadow and flame, storm and grace —
A legend now lost, but time cant erase.
[Bridge]
Now the stage is bare, and the lights are low,
But your echo walks where the memories go.
The age is fading, the fire grows dim,
But the image remains — forever him.
[Final Chorus]
Goodbye, Shang Tsung — my childhood friend,
The credits roll, but this ain’t the end.
You live in the frames, the echoes, the art,
In the soul of a fan with a broken heart.
You were more than a name, more than a role —
Rest now, Master, may peace claim your soul.
[Outro]
Ты говорил, Твоя душа принадлежит мне.
И это оказалась чистая правда.
Светлого тебе покоя, Пантелеймон... Goodbye, Shang Tsung (In memory of Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uAoAzyO3Tko/mqdefault.jpg)
![Zenless Zone Zero Astra Yao - Celle Que Je Suis (Version Française) by ERICA
Traduction directe du chinois vers l’anglais — Lǐ Zhǐruò (李芷若)
Paroles adaptées en anglais : Zhuravliov
Paroles adaptées en français et chant: @Erica_Fr
Mixage et mastering : Max Kranich
Disclaimer (English): Attention! I don’t speak French, so I cannot guarantee the quality of the translation.
Avertissement (En Français) : Attention ! Je ne parle pas français, donc je ne peux pas garantir la qualité de la traduction.
Avertissement légal
Cette vidéo est une œuvre non commerciale et transformatrice, créée uniquement à des fins artistiques, éducatives et de commentaire.
Elle n’a pas pour but de générer un profit ou un gain financier.
Cette adaptation n’est pas une sortie officielle et n’est ni affiliée, ni autorisée, ni approuvée, ni associée de quelque manière que ce soit aux détenteurs des droits, artistes, producteurs ou studios originaux.
Aucune atteinte aux droits d’auteur n’est intentionnée.
Cette œuvre est mise à disposition selon les principes du fair use / fair dealing, notamment pour des objectifs de commentaire, de critique, de recherche, d’appréciation culturelle et d’éducation.
Tous les crédits et droits de production originaux restent la propriété exclusive de l’équipe d’origine :
Producteur : Wutao Yang (杨武韬)
Arrangeur : Peiyan Song (宋培彦)
Mixage et mastering : Wei Liu (刘巍)
Ingénieur du son : Shenbao Wu (吴身宝) @ Soundhub Studios
Studio d’enregistrement : Soundhub Studios (上海升赫录音棚)
Tous les droits relatifs à la composition originale, à l’enregistrement sonore et aux éléments associés sont pleinement et exclusivement réservés à leurs détenteurs de droits respectifs.
Cette adaptation est présentée telle quelle, sans garantie, et uniquement à des fins non commerciales et transformatrices.
Paroles:
[Couplet 1]
Des étoiles s’éteignent sous les néons,
Tout n’est que mensonge, illusion.
Vie artificielle — entrée banale, sortie superficielle,
Plus de pensée, le temps s’effondre en parcelles.
[Pré-refrain]
Tout ce que je veux,
Devient précieux quand il est presque en feu.
Joie, ennui mêlés,
Puis le désir revient m’enchaîner...
[Refrain]
Je ne laisserai plus les promesses faner,
Ni les cœurs sincères se déformer.
Pas de scénario, pas de plan défini,
Mais chaque pas — c’est moi qui le choisis.
Que mes défauts soient vus, sans fard,
Que le vrai beauté reprenne sa part.
Celle que je suis, je la connais,
Mais personne ne l’a vue jamais.
Je ne veux plus qu’on freine le bien,
Ni qu’on m’étouffe de venin.
Pas de scénario, pas de plan écrit,
Mais chaque choix — je le décide, c’est dit.
Je ne cache plus mes erreurs — je suis ici,
La vraie version de moi, sans faux-semblant, sans bruit.
Celle que je suis, je l’attends,
Qu’on la découvre, qu’on l’entende vraiment.
[Couplet 2]
Les mots sont creux, sans vérité,
Des phrases vides, que répéter ?
Un soupçon d’âme, peut-être un cri,
Mais l’inspiration s’est perdue dans le bruit.
Ma muse se noie, sans abri,
Dans un théâtre d’or et d’ennui.
[Pré-refrain]
Tout ce que j’ai perdu,
Était-il là avant d’être rompu ?
Vide, blanc, brisé,
Et l’on oublie de remercier...
[Refrain]
Je ne laisserai plus les promesses faner,
Ni les cœurs sincères se déformer.
Pas de scénario, pas de plan défini,
Mais chaque pas — c’est moi qui le choisis.
Que mes défauts soient vus, sans fard,
Que le vrai beauté reprenne sa part.
Celle que je suis, je la connais,
Mais personne ne l’a vue jamais.
Je ne veux plus qu’on freine le bien,
Ni qu’on m’étouffe de venin.
Pas de scénario, pas de plan écrit,
Mais chaque choix — je le décide, c’est dit.
Je ne cache plus mes erreurs — je suis ici,
La vraie version de moi, sans faux-semblant, sans bruit.
Celle que je suis, je l’attends,
Qu’on la découvre, qu’on l’entende vraiment.
[Pont instrumental]
(instrumental)
[Dernier Refrain]
Je ne veux plus qu’on souille le bien,
Ni que l’espoir s’efface au matin.
Le futur est flou, sans dessin,
Mais chaque pas — je le trace de mes mains.
Que mes défauts soient vus, sans fard,
Que la beauté renaisse quelque part.
Celle que je suis, je la connais,
Mais personne ne l’a vue jamais.
Je ne veux plus qu’on freine le bien,
Ni qu’on m’étouffe de venin.
Pas de scénario, pas de plan écrit,
Mais chaque choix — je le décide, c’est dit.
Je ne cache plus mes erreurs — je suis ici,
La vraie version de moi, sans faux-semblant, sans bruit.
Une voix au fond m’appelle, fragile et vraie :
Celle que je suis... tu la verras, je le sais. Zenless Zone Zero Astra Yao - Celle Que Je Suis (Version Française) by ERICA](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uFY_sKK9a_k/mqdefault.jpg)
![Phantom of the Opera Shadow in Velvet (Phantom) by Zhuravliov
Lyrics and Vocals by: Zhuravliov
French parts and image by: @Erica_Fr
Music, Mixing & Mastering by: Max Kranich
For AI paranoids: https://imgur.com/a/dqwQB7m
Christine’s Aria by ERICA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkEObZUdJF4
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Dans les ténèbres... je suis roi.
In the shadows... I remain unseen.
[Verse]
Beneath the stage, where silence sings,
I dwell alone with broken wings.
The world above, a masquerade—
While I compose in dark cascade.
The velvet night, my sacred tome,
Each note a stone that builds my home.
You hear my voice, but not my face,
I am the ghost — without a place.
Je suis le vent dans vos rideaux,
Le cri perdu des vieux pianos.
[Verse]
They fear the mask, they fear the sound,
Yet still they come, to be spellbound.
Their hearts, like violins, I play,
And steal their dreams, then fade away.
I gave them music, gave them fire,
They gave me chains, they called me liar.
But still I write, my notes divine,
Each haunting chord — a curse, a sign.
Lamour... ce poison magnifique,
A kiss of death, so sweet, so chic.
[Bridge]
Why must I burn for love unseen?
Why must I haunt each phantom scene?
No mirror shows what lies below—
A soul deformed by beauty’s woe.
Yet still I dream, I dare to feel,
Though dreams are knives that never heal.
I am the night, I am the flame,
A broken man with no true name.
[Finale]
So let the chandeliers ignite,
Let music echo through the night.
And if you hear me, don’t forget—
A ghost can love, a ghost can sweat.
My opera bleeds, my heart is real,
Though masked, I still can touch and feel.
So sing my song, and breathe my pain—
For I am Phantom, I remain.
Je suis l’amour que l’on exile...
Le dernier cri, le dernier style...
[Spoken]
Curtain falls. Silence. Phantom of the Opera Shadow in Velvet (Phantom) by Zhuravliov](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uJSgthL4GZA/mqdefault.jpg)
![Divide et Impera 40. Resolution of the Citadel
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Context:
[Context - Spoken]
When news of the fall and rebellion was spoken,
The council convened in the Citadel’s halls.
Through logic, unyielding, though spirits were broken,
A voice of resolve echoed loud through the walls.
[Verse]
We honor the words that were carved into granite,
The Science to which we devoted our years.
Its glory upheld by the brightest on planet,
Must lead us through doubt and the shadow of fears.
The laws and the principles, rules we have followed,
That guided our climb to the stars through the strife,
Remain just as true, though the future seems hollow,
And chaos now threatens the fabric of life.
The wisdom of logic, the truths we’ve uncovered,
The sums of the science our minds apprehend,
Must shape every choice, every path we have covered,
When systems grow fragile and near to their end.
Persistence in battle finds honor in pages,
Historians praise it in tales of the past.
But folly it is, when defeat’s in the stages,
To fight a lost war that was never to last.
When chessmasters stand on the brink of disaster,
With queens and with rooks swept away from their side,
Why charge like a soldier, as death draws in faster,
On desperate ventures where reason has died?
If every new move shrinks the space for decision,
And every next step brings the end into view,
Should genius not speak with unflinching precision,
Instead of adorning the truth to look new?
We act as the logic of reason demanded,
Subduing the tempest of passion and pride.
For if we ignore what its wisdom has granted,
It’s madness, not wisdom, that claims us inside.
The blood that was spilled on the chapters of ages
Now pleads with cold numbers to temper our fight.
And hands that could cradle a bird as it rages
May warm it with care, not the fire of might.
Our deeds may be scorned by the vulgar, unseeing,
Condemned in the records of shallowest minds.
But wisdom will shine for the great human being,
And glory endure through the passage of time.
Let courage and logic together deliver
A thread we can follow through darkness and doubt.
We know, dear colleagues, the path we consider
When victory’s dream has been snuffed fully out. Divide et Impera 40. Resolution of the Citadel](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/uhMVCi-BwI4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Divide et Impera 41. The Transformation of the Citadel
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Context:
[Intro - Spoken]
The galaxy waits with a breath held in awe,
As whispers of fate fill the infinite space.
Sly Journo prepares, with no moment to pause,
To capture each shift in this high-stakes race.
[Verse]
Fields lie drenched in the shadow of death’s domination,
Demeter’s great leader no longer responds.
Empty echoes of battles, devoid of foundation,
Claim the leader has severed life’s fragile bonds.
A correction! The latest reports bring unveiling:
The Committee assumes the control of the fleet.
All the admirals gave their commands without failing—
Move the forces to planets where safety may meet.
Rumors spread as conclusions are fought for and wrested:
The Committee seeks terms to establish a truce.
Though their offer is sealed, it is firmly suggested
That their fleet cannot linger; resistance is loose.
Breaking news! Its a shock! No, it’s worse—a disaster!
Declaration from science’s thrones debuts!
Through the frost of the void comes a signal far faster,
Reaching out from the silence of distant abodes.
Now we’re told with breath held for the tale’s confirmation:
That the greatest of minds in assembly agree,
Viewing all of existence in grim contemplation,
Propose paths for the cosmos, where none yet could see.
Breaking news! Hear the cries! Oh, this cannot be real!
The Supreme Council’s verdict is bound to astound:
Showing mercy divine, they repeal, they appeal—
The grand program of panspermia—they shut it down!
And the colonies built by synthetic creations,
Which had pushed back the cosmos’s limiting edge,
Now are granted a gift of self-determination,
To be ruled by an offer, anothers new pledge.
Neighbor nations arise, for the moment is fleeting;
Diplomats will descend and deliver their bids.
Who shall claim these new vassals? The wise shall be meeting,
As the council determines just whose rule permits.
Wait a moment! What chaos is bred in succession?
Will the leaders stand down from this war, hand in hand?
Or like beasts, will they fight in a cruel, grim procession,
Trading lives as the galaxy burns where they stand?
How many wars shall ignite with the spoils left open?
How much tension shall boil till its breaking is loud?
When the Citadel’s schemes fall apart, left unspoken,
Will the cosmos descend to a fate darkly shrouded?
Analysts claim theres a growing opinion,
That rejecting panspermias a cunning disguise.
The experts are certain, with firm resolution,
That a devious plan hides in scientific lies.
Breaking news now! An urgent and violent upheaval!
Demeter’s fleet crushed on a far, distant world.
Ten corvettes are lost; now it’s calm, no retrieval—
All the ships obliterated, no survivors, no pearl.
Only Fungians’ squad and Princess Oxanna
Stood united as allies to enter the fray.
But the council announced an intent to surrender.
All the questions are silenced, their answers betray.
It’s a lightning bolt! Thunder has shattered the skyline!
Could this be real? Let’s sit, if we stand in the storm.
For some, it’s the ghost of a victory, fragile,
For others—a hope that brings warmth to the forlorn.
And now, it is said—confirmation is given!
That the Scientific Board has resigned in disgrace.
Some members withdrew to a planetary haven—
They retired, now vanished, no longer in place.
A new council begins, with a hand on the rudder,
Now empowered to govern, and lead from today.
It will handle the wars, both in shadow and thunder,
Take command of the fleet, and decide who will stay.
Sweeping changes erupt in the Technocrat Sector!
Vassals granted the choice: break away, or remain.
Independence or contracts, they each choose their vector,
But no chains now restrict them—they’re freed from the strain.
It’s a lightning bolt! Thunder has shattered the skyline!
Could this be real? Let’s sit, if we stand in the storm.
For some, it’s the ghost of a victory, fragile,
For others—a hope that brings warmth to the forlorn.
What the empires will say isn’t yet on the table.
Can we measure the end of a conflict this way?
And how long until warlords with kingdoms unstable,
See their games fading fast, like a relic in clay?
We’ll continue to track how the story keeps turning,
Though our heads spin from headlines and news we absorb.
Keeping you in the loop of each fight and returning,
Every conquest and tale of the stars we explore. Divide et Impera 41. The Transformation of the Citadel](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vy9z1fplpL4/mqdefault.jpg)
![Divide et Impera 46. The Siege of the Citadel (Extended)
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
This is an original uncut version. Russian version is two verses short.
Lyrics:
[Intro - Spoken]
And so, with no word from Pauls distant fleet,
Neo and Darus prepared for their stand.
Their forces surged forth, where the stars fiercely meet,
To challenge the void with a deadly command.
[Verse]
Enemy sighted! Prepare for the fire!
Engines at maximum! Full speed ahead!
We dive through the void, through the storm and desire,
To shatter the fateful path destiny led.
On wings built of vengeance, of faith, and of glory,
We surge to the scarlet cold depths of the night,
Where chimeras howl in explosions so gory,
And steel melts away in relentless red light.
To those who have walked through the gates of damnation,
Surviving through torrents and fire untamed,
The cannons hold nothing but grim fascination,
No terror can reach them, no fate leaves them maimed.
Twenty corvettes — a bold fleet in formation,
As one, moving forward with courage aligned.
Our columns glow bright in their cosmic migration,
Emerging from depths of the starlit confined.
Our will has been tempered in battles unceasing,
Compressed into one unstoppable core,
A wrathful avalanche, endlessly increasing,
Beyond even gods who control the stars lore!
The bursts of destruction, their dying refrain,
Are drowned by the cries of collapsing machines.
Loom up from the shadows, bright columns remain,
Their armor is gleaming like sword-edged ravines.
Two cruisers approach in the corvette-filled hive,
Ten ships in an elite, invincible squad.
A dagger of cold whispers, cutting alive:
The heart of their forces—the Technotrat’s God!
Concealed from all crews is the deadliest reason,
The logic behind the fierce war that we wage.
No force could extract it through treason or season,
For not even torture could free it from cage.
To glory, deceitful and treacherous idol,
We offer this carnage, rejecting the cure!
For truth, like a poison, though sacred and vital,
Would weaken their hands that must fight and endure.
The gods may abhor this rebellious endeavor,
And grant us reprieves only sparingly now.
Yet spite and defiance compel us to never
Back down from the missiles that threaten our bow.
The drunken allure of the maddened star’s waltz,
That plunges blind souls into destiny’s snare,
Still sends men like us to the cold and the faults,
To wage a doomed conflict in void-stricken air.
The armor ignites in its smoldering plight,
The straining ship hull groans like fractured stone.
And leftward, a comet’s stray blaze splits the night—
A vessel crippled and tumbling alone.
No crewmember knows of the aim we pursue,
What drives us to fight for our victory here.
The rockets’ fierce roars, like the gateways of doom,
Won’t let them succumb to the murmurs of fear.
The secret of letters will perish with me,
Consumed in the flames that extinguish my calls.
Better to silence it, none shall then see,
Than darken the hearts that would storm through the halls.
I see the foe swarming in fury and flame,
Our triumphs now choked by a destiny sealed.
Could all of the heroes who fell in the same
Be wasted, for daring to challenge the field?
The ships cry their anguish, the metal screams low,
As beams tear through hulls, rending fire and bone.
Unseen, yet awaiting, the dawn’s crimson glow,
The spark of a future will light what we’ve sown.
Whatever is given by fortune’s decree,
I leave now my blazing sword as my vow.
To one who will rise, crossing storms yet to be,
Igniting the timid with courage somehow.
I see him approach, stepping into my grave,
And many will risk their own lives for the cause.
Perhaps a new hero, defiant and brave,
Shall stand with his blade at fate’s merciless jaws! Divide et Impera 46. The Siege of the Citadel (Extended)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wqtDReZyrOI/mqdefault.jpg)

