Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Original Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Lyrics:
[Narration - Spoken]
When word arrived from Demon’s skies,
Darkfighter called the council near.
The Ring convened, with urgent cries,
For danger loomed both far and clear.
[Verse]
Urgent! Red alert! The Ring is now shaken!
Crisis! The Empire has made its next move!
Warning lights flash, every nerve overtaken.
The dread of the unknown is hard to remove.
In the Demon Cluster, invasion unfolds,
Fire rains down, and the heavens ignite.
Fleets by the thousands—an onslaught that rolls—
Comrades are cornered, trapped in the fight.
News from the Cluster: It's not the Empire.
These are no foes that we've ever known.
Creatures that crawl from the deep legends’ mire,
Born of old fears that have chillingly grown.
Spawn of the void, like a madman’s dark vision,
Step from the carvings of tales that long gone.
Shouts, deaf'ning thunder, and fatal decisions—
Why do we wait? Action must carry on!
Allied factions—a Jed'hai-born Union,
However fractured, now face the same storm.
If the conflict burns past this communion,
Fires of war soon become our new norm.
Breaking update: A baffling narration—
Try not to laugh, though it IS feels absurd:
Thousands of rabbits, amidst confrontation,
Charge through the field as the firestorms stirred.
Flames are unleashed by those long-eared creatures,
Bodies lie scattered beneath their fierce ire.
Fortress walls fall, consumed by their features;
Tanks swarm ahead through the mud and through fire.
News from the Jed'hai: They're ready for battle!
Armies have started their vengeful campaign.
If we stay idle while sabers now rattle,
We'll bear the blame for this rising chain.
If we’re to see the Ring stay unbroken,
Hold our alliance and salvage our name,
Grasp this frail chance, let actions be spoken—
Intrigue or bloodshed, we play through the game.
Once, in that war 'gainst the Citadel's science,
Opportunities slipped through our grasp.
Now is no time for a passive compliance;
Take up the sword, hold the future and clasp.
Yet, vast parsecs of void lie between us.
No armored gauntlet can reach through the breach.
Brothers in battle will falter or leave us—
Aid they would beg, but they're far from our reach.
Still, hope remains; from our allies of lore,
One noble prince might still hold to our bond.
He keeps his banner, though scattered and torn,
And shall not abandon us in the beyond.
Original Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
Lyrics:
[Narration - Spoken]
When word arrived from Demon’s skies,
Darkfighter called the council near.
The Ring convened, with urgent cries,
For danger loomed both far and clear.
[Verse]
Urgent! Red alert! The Ring is now shaken!
Crisis! The Empire has made its next move!
Warning lights flash, every nerve overtaken.
The dread of the unknown is hard to remove.
In the Demon Cluster, invasion unfolds,
Fire rains down, and the heavens ignite.
Fleets by the thousands—an onslaught that rolls—
Comrades are cornered, trapped in the fight.
News from the Cluster: It's not the Empire.
These are no foes that we've ever known.
Creatures that crawl from the deep legends’ mire,
Born of old fears that have chillingly grown.
Spawn of the void, like a madman’s dark vision,
Step from the carvings of tales that long gone.
Shouts, deaf'ning thunder, and fatal decisions—
Why do we wait? Action must carry on!
Allied factions—a Jed'hai-born Union,
However fractured, now face the same storm.
If the conflict burns past this communion,
Fires of war soon become our new norm.
Breaking update: A baffling narration—
Try not to laugh, though it IS feels absurd:
Thousands of rabbits, amidst confrontation,
Charge through the field as the firestorms stirred.
Flames are unleashed by those long-eared creatures,
Bodies lie scattered beneath their fierce ire.
Fortress walls fall, consumed by their features;
Tanks swarm ahead through the mud and through fire.
News from the Jed'hai: They're ready for battle!
Armies have started their vengeful campaign.
If we stay idle while sabers now rattle,
We'll bear the blame for this rising chain.
If we’re to see the Ring stay unbroken,
Hold our alliance and salvage our name,
Grasp this frail chance, let actions be spoken—
Intrigue or bloodshed, we play through the game.
Once, in that war 'gainst the Citadel's science,
Opportunities slipped through our grasp.
Now is no time for a passive compliance;
Take up the sword, hold the future and clasp.
Yet, vast parsecs of void lie between us.
No armored gauntlet can reach through the breach.
Brothers in battle will falter or leave us—
Aid they would beg, but they're far from our reach.
Still, hope remains; from our allies of lore,
One noble prince might still hold to our bond.
He keeps his banner, though scattered and torn,
And shall not abandon us in the beyond.
