| On the outskirts of the Rigelworlds, a torn warship falls through the void.
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| A lone survivor, trapped inside the hull, tumbling slowly through fields
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| of asteroids. |
| It’s strange, the way things tend to go. |
| One moment you prosper,
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| the next you find yourself… waning.
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| Immortal… immortal?
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| Bitter the taste of destiny,
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| what now? |
| Seems like the dark is… calling.
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| This morning I didn’t foresee what I know now,
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| that this day would hold my final moment…
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| The vision’s fading, as all is lost into eternal frost.
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| So fleeting, the warmth of life.
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| Yeah, I’m here, the road behind me now.
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| Bended, but not broken, and shed no tears
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| though the end is nigh…
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| We are made of stardust, creed of celestial life —
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| that in our hearts, the breath of dying stars,
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| their embers are in our eyes.
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| For the final adventure
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| now that old, rigid corpse is left behind.
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| The spirit is unbroken — the lust for unseen lands,
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| the warriorsoul — the traveller in us all. |