Bright, Brilliant, and shining
So they stood, certain in their power
On their thrones, discontent
Children they had,
Yet Stronger they were,
And feared them they did.
And so we were devoured,
stored away in colossal bodies
a few of us escaped, hid, and grew
Vengeance was ours,
Victory was uncertain
desperate the act,
From the blood of our fathers
we were born again.
