Uploaded February 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
REUPLOAD. Sorry for the lyrics mistake.
Context:
[Spoken]
While Paul’s grand fleet forged legends untold,
Daryll, the King’s loyal knight by decree,
Pursued his liege’s glory, both steadfast and bold,
Determined his equal in triumph to be.
[Verse]
We shatter the mountains, the stars we outshine,
Our breath is destruction, our power unfolds.
We’re angels of terror, of death, the divine,
Creation of darkness, the void, and the cold.
Let crimson flames rise, let the fire consume,
Let enemy flesh feel the scorch and the burn.
The wreckage will trail, like a banner of doom,
As lasers carve scars that no armor can turn.
From hyperspace depths, we emerge in a flash,
With light-years behind us, the fleets reappear.
Prepare all torpedoes, the cannons will clash;
Our ships face their fate with no tremble, no fear.
The ether now trembles with thunderous might,
As battles ignite by the King’s royal fleet.
Our hearts, ever noble, are drawn to the fight,
Yet yearn for the Earth where its pulse softly beats.
The foe splits their forces in desperate retreat,
Four flanks torn asunder, their corvettes collide.
Our wrath fuels reactors in fiery heat,
As fervor propels us to war, side by side.
Demeter now sharpens her venomous sting,
Aimed straight at the heart of their factory worlds.
Through visor and void, like a blade we will swing,
Our strike leaves them shattered, their banners unfurled.
Let enemy columns maneuver in vain,
Encircling shadows, their trap is too late.
We’re bait for their ambush, unwavering, plain—
The plan is in motion, and sealed is their fate.
The King’s mighty fleet, our dominion’s great force,
Lies poised for the blow that will shatter their pride.
Their downfall approaches, relentless, no course
Can save them from death’s icy grip and hell’s tide.
Far off in the void, through the graveyard of stars,
Nine cruisers still follow where Paul’s fleet has led.
Our enemies soon will know ruin and scars,
And perish in glory, as gods strike them dead.
The echoes resound in the dark, cold abyss,
The King’s voice proclaims it: “Their fleet is no more!”
We stripped them to nothing, their fragments amiss,
Reduced into silence, erased by our war.
Two dozen corvettes disappear in the black,
Their scattered remains drift through infinite night.
The skeletal wrecks, in their final attack,
Will vanish forever, consumed by the fight.
The scent of the bloodshed, the rubies of eyes,
The hands on the helm burn with feverish thrill.
Save what you can salvage, your battle hope dies—
The squall of destruction will crash on you still!
Ahead lies a squadron, thirteen ships in line,
Their corvettes are bracing for one hopeless stand.
Our cannons strike true, with precision divine,
And tear through their hulls like a hammering hand.
Let enemy fleets break and scatter in fear,
In streams of photonic, unyielding death rays.
We’re demons of vengeance, the end drawing near—
While they’re just the meat for our unholy blades.
Our radars detect them: two cruisers appear!
Could it be this Technocrats Citadel’s pride?
Four ships sent to crush them—retreat, disappear!
You’ll die if you linger—escape while you may!
The spies’ latest whispers from systems afar:
The foe has been routed, their forces dispersed.
Our triumphs will echo in legend and star,
And fireworks will light up the heavens, immersed.
Russian Lyrics by: @MonCaos
English Lyrics by: Zhuravliov
Music and Vocals by: SUNO.ai
REUPLOAD. Sorry for the lyrics mistake.
Context:
[Spoken]
While Paul’s grand fleet forged legends untold,
Daryll, the King’s loyal knight by decree,
Pursued his liege’s glory, both steadfast and bold,
Determined his equal in triumph to be.
[Verse]
We shatter the mountains, the stars we outshine,
Our breath is destruction, our power unfolds.
We’re angels of terror, of death, the divine,
Creation of darkness, the void, and the cold.
Let crimson flames rise, let the fire consume,
Let enemy flesh feel the scorch and the burn.
The wreckage will trail, like a banner of doom,
As lasers carve scars that no armor can turn.
From hyperspace depths, we emerge in a flash,
With light-years behind us, the fleets reappear.
Prepare all torpedoes, the cannons will clash;
Our ships face their fate with no tremble, no fear.
The ether now trembles with thunderous might,
As battles ignite by the King’s royal fleet.
Our hearts, ever noble, are drawn to the fight,
Yet yearn for the Earth where its pulse softly beats.
The foe splits their forces in desperate retreat,
Four flanks torn asunder, their corvettes collide.
Our wrath fuels reactors in fiery heat,
As fervor propels us to war, side by side.
Demeter now sharpens her venomous sting,
Aimed straight at the heart of their factory worlds.
Through visor and void, like a blade we will swing,
Our strike leaves them shattered, their banners unfurled.
Let enemy columns maneuver in vain,
Encircling shadows, their trap is too late.
We’re bait for their ambush, unwavering, plain—
The plan is in motion, and sealed is their fate.
The King’s mighty fleet, our dominion’s great force,
Lies poised for the blow that will shatter their pride.
Their downfall approaches, relentless, no course
Can save them from death’s icy grip and hell’s tide.
Far off in the void, through the graveyard of stars,
Nine cruisers still follow where Paul’s fleet has led.
Our enemies soon will know ruin and scars,
And perish in glory, as gods strike them dead.
The echoes resound in the dark, cold abyss,
The King’s voice proclaims it: “Their fleet is no more!”
We stripped them to nothing, their fragments amiss,
Reduced into silence, erased by our war.
Two dozen corvettes disappear in the black,
Their scattered remains drift through infinite night.
The skeletal wrecks, in their final attack,
Will vanish forever, consumed by the fight.
The scent of the bloodshed, the rubies of eyes,
The hands on the helm burn with feverish thrill.
Save what you can salvage, your battle hope dies—
The squall of destruction will crash on you still!
Ahead lies a squadron, thirteen ships in line,
Their corvettes are bracing for one hopeless stand.
Our cannons strike true, with precision divine,
And tear through their hulls like a hammering hand.
Let enemy fleets break and scatter in fear,
In streams of photonic, unyielding death rays.
We’re demons of vengeance, the end drawing near—
While they’re just the meat for our unholy blades.
Our radars detect them: two cruisers appear!
Could it be this Technocrats Citadel’s pride?
Four ships sent to crush them—retreat, disappear!
You’ll die if you linger—escape while you may!
The spies’ latest whispers from systems afar:
The foe has been routed, their forces dispersed.
Our triumphs will echo in legend and star,
And fireworks will light up the heavens, immersed.
