Boredom begets bardic prose
The skies were bright, even though it were the middle of the night
And upon a balcony of stone I looked out across all I could see
Below in the street was thunder, thousands of metal-shod feet
And a fiery chant of praise to their leader, their power, me
I raised my fist up high and their cries filled the skies
Unto victory or death we fight to the last man, the final breath
And thus saying stepped into a cockpit, and thus saying a giantic fighting machine began to rise
Giants and titans of metal and wire moved forward towards combat, all hearts afire
As the enemy came into view even though everyone knew what to do
I gave the order and unleashed hell
Annihilation en extremis.
And upon a balcony of stone I looked out across all I could see
Below in the street was thunder, thousands of metal-shod feet
And a fiery chant of praise to their leader, their power, me
I raised my fist up high and their cries filled the skies
Unto victory or death we fight to the last man, the final breath
And thus saying stepped into a cockpit, and thus saying a giantic fighting machine began to rise
Giants and titans of metal and wire moved forward towards combat, all hearts afire
As the enemy came into view even though everyone knew what to do
I gave the order and unleashed hell
Annihilation en extremis.