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Here follows the tale of an offering,

fragments of what remains,

the struggle of souls that perished

against  -  the ancient  -   one.



Elder veil of starlit orbs

a star screams calling me, I heed



A last chance to take, against all odds

a restless soul  to tame, I need.

Fields of Námeck, planes forlorn

I spill on your soil, an ode to those spirits here born



All hopes delivered, all fears now gone

Accept my offering for I shall not been torn

My voice with a handful of others,

 in unison stands hailing the glory of life.



On a planet with a core engulfed in fire,

sailing a raft in an ocean of solitude.



Fields of Namek, Planes now gone

I spill on your soil, the green in my veins



All hopes delivered, all fears now gone

Accept my offering for he shall be Born

Against all odds, all fears now gone

On a planet engulfed in fire, an ode that shall not be told

Nameck, your soul I claim

An empty husk in the empty space

Obliterated, the void is your legacy.