In Twilight's Gloom

I see the rings above me.

The sight's come at heavy cost.

The krell still seek to grind us down,

So many pilots lost.

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This planet named Detritus,

So named for all its rings.

Below them, we Defiants,

Of our pilots sadly sing.

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Between ground and stars, there are the krell,

The masters of the sky.

Enemies for generations,

And we're left to wonder why.

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I think of what Gran has imparted,

So many stories told.

But the days and months and years on,

And I know I'm growing old.

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Before I even get a fighter,

I'll have flight school to face.

The daughter of a coward,

But must save the human race.

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Turn away from skyward.

Depart the twilight's gloom.

The sky's our path to freedom,

And the herald of our doom.