Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
[Context]
A signal was lost in Demether’s cold shade,
A cruiser fell silent beneath dying stars.
The Council convened as the silence decayed,
To reckon with ruin and measure new scars.
[Speaker 1]
Greetings, my colleagues. We face a condition
That none in the Citadel dares to call “light.”
The signs are aligned in a dire premonition—
Our cluster may vanish in infinite night.
[Speaker 2]
The metrics are falling, the lines are all dipping,
A spiral that threatens to pull us below.
And under the weight of the crises now gripping,
We’ll need to enact an emergency flow.
[Speaker 3]
But, colleague, recall how Demether once rallied —
Her fleets were rebuilt from the ashes of fear.
At word of command, they shall swiftly be rallied,
And charge to the stars with their heading made clear.
The cruiser was lost, yes, a tragic endeavor;
But two came to take its abandoned domain.
We see victory’s shape in the starfield forever—
As long as our flagship remains in the main.
[Speaker 4]
Agreed, but you’ve skipped a more subtle disaster—
A factor that always escapes your design.
Like runaway cores that dissolve ever faster,
Our image collapsed from the rot in our spine.
The terror we cast to the stars far and wide,
Through thundering march of our steel-minded host,
Has faded — and now, as the dark turns the tide,
Let Citadel brace for what’s coming the most.
[Speaker 3]
Permit me, but still — in the Neo domain,
We’ve cleansed a whole sector of critical worlds.
The squadrons from Darus, like broncos insane,
Go down in bright fire as their final flags twirl.
New fleets have been posted — corvettes by the score,
From vassal-born planets now sworn to our cause.
The enemy teeters an inch from death’s door,
Reinforcements arrive with a thunderous pause.
[Speaker 4]
Forgive me, but still — though crusaders are far,
Seven fierce nations now sharpen their blades.
Their swords, like Damocles, glint like a star —
And loom on the edge of our shimmering shades.
Our spies have reported — a hundred have surged,
Corvettes now advancing with reckless intent.
And even with knowledge that stars have diverged,
What use is pure logic against what’s been sent?
[Speaker 2]
Calm, colleagues — the tempo of shipyard design
Will match the arrival of hostile fleets yet.
We’ll bolster our lines with precision and spine,
And rise to the threat with no reason to fret.
Per plans that were drafted and budgets aligned,
We double our fleets in a matter of weeks.
No flaw in our shielding, no gap left behind,
No front left exposed to the chaos it seeks.
[Speaker 4]
Yet still you presume — with a script’s simulation —
That war can be won by predictive routines.
But real are the scars of our last devastation —
More vivid than all of our digital dreams.
A living commander with instinct and flair
Will outmatch the codes of a soldierless war.
And soon — like the titans who fell in despair —
Our fleet will be wreckage, forgotten folklore.
[Speaker 2]
Stay calm, fellow minds — the tech is still burning
With power unrivaled by flesh, bone, or steel.
Like gods of Olympus, we strike without warning,
With fire and vengeance our enemies feel.
[Speaker 4]
Yet still, I must ask — what makes you so sure
That Paul will not join in this gathering storm?
For once he steps in, he’ll seek to secure
A fortress of power — his empire reborn.
[Speaker 2]
We’ve planned for that too — and with many worlds loyal,
Our vassals will fuel our ascension in kind.
Our science will rise past the limits of toil,
And shake the foundations of matter and mind.
[Speaker 4]
But will there be time for the Regent to fly
Through millions of stars with his mandate in hand?
What if, like a tempest that darkens the sky,
Lord Paul strikes us here — before we can stand?
[Speaker 1]
Damn you, good colleague — you always confound
Each question we pose with a riddle in turn.
This council is ended. Let silence resound!
To work now, my friends — for the cosmos shall burn.
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
[Context]
A signal was lost in Demether’s cold shade,
A cruiser fell silent beneath dying stars.
The Council convened as the silence decayed,
To reckon with ruin and measure new scars.
[Speaker 1]
Greetings, my colleagues. We face a condition
That none in the Citadel dares to call “light.”
The signs are aligned in a dire premonition—
Our cluster may vanish in infinite night.
[Speaker 2]
The metrics are falling, the lines are all dipping,
A spiral that threatens to pull us below.
And under the weight of the crises now gripping,
We’ll need to enact an emergency flow.
[Speaker 3]
But, colleague, recall how Demether once rallied —
Her fleets were rebuilt from the ashes of fear.
At word of command, they shall swiftly be rallied,
And charge to the stars with their heading made clear.
The cruiser was lost, yes, a tragic endeavor;
But two came to take its abandoned domain.
We see victory’s shape in the starfield forever—
As long as our flagship remains in the main.
[Speaker 4]
Agreed, but you’ve skipped a more subtle disaster—
A factor that always escapes your design.
Like runaway cores that dissolve ever faster,
Our image collapsed from the rot in our spine.
The terror we cast to the stars far and wide,
Through thundering march of our steel-minded host,
Has faded — and now, as the dark turns the tide,
Let Citadel brace for what’s coming the most.
[Speaker 3]
Permit me, but still — in the Neo domain,
We’ve cleansed a whole sector of critical worlds.
The squadrons from Darus, like broncos insane,
Go down in bright fire as their final flags twirl.
New fleets have been posted — corvettes by the score,
From vassal-born planets now sworn to our cause.
The enemy teeters an inch from death’s door,
Reinforcements arrive with a thunderous pause.
[Speaker 4]
Forgive me, but still — though crusaders are far,
Seven fierce nations now sharpen their blades.
Their swords, like Damocles, glint like a star —
And loom on the edge of our shimmering shades.
Our spies have reported — a hundred have surged,
Corvettes now advancing with reckless intent.
And even with knowledge that stars have diverged,
What use is pure logic against what’s been sent?
[Speaker 2]
Calm, colleagues — the tempo of shipyard design
Will match the arrival of hostile fleets yet.
We’ll bolster our lines with precision and spine,
And rise to the threat with no reason to fret.
Per plans that were drafted and budgets aligned,
We double our fleets in a matter of weeks.
No flaw in our shielding, no gap left behind,
No front left exposed to the chaos it seeks.
[Speaker 4]
Yet still you presume — with a script’s simulation —
That war can be won by predictive routines.
But real are the scars of our last devastation —
More vivid than all of our digital dreams.
A living commander with instinct and flair
Will outmatch the codes of a soldierless war.
And soon — like the titans who fell in despair —
Our fleet will be wreckage, forgotten folklore.
[Speaker 2]
Stay calm, fellow minds — the tech is still burning
With power unrivaled by flesh, bone, or steel.
Like gods of Olympus, we strike without warning,
With fire and vengeance our enemies feel.
[Speaker 4]
Yet still, I must ask — what makes you so sure
That Paul will not join in this gathering storm?
For once he steps in, he’ll seek to secure
A fortress of power — his empire reborn.
[Speaker 2]
We’ve planned for that too — and with many worlds loyal,
Our vassals will fuel our ascension in kind.
Our science will rise past the limits of toil,
And shake the foundations of matter and mind.
[Speaker 4]
But will there be time for the Regent to fly
Through millions of stars with his mandate in hand?
What if, like a tempest that darkens the sky,
Lord Paul strikes us here — before we can stand?
[Speaker 1]
Damn you, good colleague — you always confound
Each question we pose with a riddle in turn.
This council is ended. Let silence resound!
To work now, my friends — for the cosmos shall burn.
