Stillness in B-R, not a rustling sound
Softly shine the moons, clear and bright
And you still don't know
How we raped you so
In that sudden but epic fight.
Titans' wrecks and flinders are hanging still
And there are no pandas in sight.
If you only knew, how we longed for that
Supercapital equal fight.
Warp to titanomachy monument
All in silver sparkles and light
Make a bookmark there as a memory
Of that sleepless and bloody night.
Why are you, sir Grath, looking so remote
Bowed your head and hiding your eyes?
It is hard to talk, but you need no words -
Check the killbord, it never lies.
In the East the sky's getting painted red
Making it the prettiest sight.
Don't forget - we say - all the fun we had
In this glorious winter fight!