Sound of Silence

And now at last comes the long night.

Consuming glow of stars once bright.

Its foes will only know defeat,

Has long sent them into retreat.

…

Some call them "the Silent Ones,"

For in waves of silent death they come.

Others title them "the Shroud,"

In galaxy no longer loud.

…

But whatever named it marches on,

Won't stop until all life is gone.

So to those still in galaxy,

Speak in one voice or silent be.