Born of a Dying Star Lyrics

Goliath fist fights behemoths.
A tale too brutal to tell.
This story is far more devastating.
Forged from the twilight of a dying star.

650 trillion soldiers.
Horde together to claim the head of Fenier.
Though stifling, the numbers are not great enough.
This being is greater than the Lords.

The desire of the Lords of the Universe.
Was to destroy the most powerful being of all.
While it lay dormant, the army of the Lords attempt to bring it to its knees.

The first wave falls quickly.
As Fenier has awoken.
The Universe hears a death rattle to mark the end.
The plight of fucking existence.
What are the Lords to do?
They must fuse together.
A thousand Lords combine as one.
Travel to the Supernova.

Bleck!!

The Lords strength match Fenier's, even to the blow.
Forces felt through space and time.
Millions of years pass, galaxies come and go.
The Lords crush Fenier.

He has been vanquished.
The Lords disperse.

Fallen souls claim planets.
Once soldiers now Guardians.
They watch contently, as everything aligns.
A most beautiful sight to behold.

The story ends with a battle waged ever-long.
And at the forefront the lords defeat Fenier.
The lifeforce of soldiers turn to defenders of all.

Born of a dying star.