Crushed At The Imperial Hand

Your repugnant efforts are of no worth here
You Jedi are weak and your force is weaker
Our legacy will live on for years to come through
The plague of boundless onslaught
Not even the younglings will find solace nor sanctuary
The infinite power of the empire crushes all
Your moistened whispers fall only on your fresh dead
I will force choke the filth that is your Jedi bloodline into the ashes of the rancor pit
The faith of millions in the darkened vice of the sith
Know defeat, putrescence and anguish in your ways
Being eternally stomped from this system
By all of the power that is the empire