The Star Kings - Act 2. Doomsday Weapon

The war draws near. Its dark and brooding ember
Has waited long within the tyrant’s womb
And when he speaks — as none shall dare remember —
It steps into the light to bring our doom

Blood shall be spilled. The planets melt and shatter
And stars themselves will tremble, break, and slide
As dreadnoughts, "phantoms", corvettes — all in clatter —
Ascend through zenith, plunge through nadir’s tide

Where space is crushed, the ships collide in thunder
Their blaster beams entwine in deadly dance
The atom loosed — as ancient swords would sunder —
Renews the hunt, the slaughter, and the chance

The living will envy the dead, who lie in silence
Entombed beneath collapsing worlds of flame
And only one thing halts the despot’s violence:
A secret weapon — forged in Empire’s name

That weapon, wrought by mighty Brenn Bir’s vision
Awoke all humankind to rise and fight
It turned the tide, it carved the world’s decision
And shaped our fate, our future, and our right

It stood against an age of smoke and shadow
A war we must remember, not forgive —
When sons of Amambaran crossed the shallows
And none but steel and flame were left to give

They came from Clouds that Magellan once had charted
Two hundred thousand years before this day —
Cold-blooded minds, scaled beasts, cold-hearted
Devouring all who dared to block their way

Like demons from a cursed and burning vision
Spewed out from hell’s forgotten, final gate —
But one stood firm with fire and precision:
The emperor… who stopped them at their fate

Yet what of that? The stars still burn with hunger
The drums resound. The tyrant lifts his hand
And once again, the dark will thunder stronger —
For war returns… across the shattered land