Nebular Canticles

Harsh and twisted To conquer the sense This pulse, relentless Within the expanse Is all I perceive (qapla' batlh) Warping circuits, lights they bend Through timeless void, our engines send A surge of power, in cosmic dance Destiny's grip, in cold expanse (Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam) [Chorus] Stars align, in the black sky's forge Quantum winds, how they surge Fleeting thoughts, electric merge Dreams of conquest, spirits chant (Heghlu'DI' mobbe'lu'chugh QaQqu' Hegh wanI') Shields are raised, pulse to thrum Onward to the worlds we come Echoes deep, from nebula's throat Vast horizons, where comets float Galactic whispers, hypnotic thrall Ancient calls, to warriors all (jIyajbe' 'ach jIvtaH) Synthetic soundscapes, throbbing grails