Of Splendour...
" The tides of the world
Woven as we decreed
The Romulian seed
Lives its age of Gold
But their covetous greed
will bring ruin foretold
To us Deities of old
They would do well to plead..."
Del Esplendor...
Las mareas del mundo
Tejidas como decretamos
La semilla Romuliana
Vive su era de Oro
Pero su codicia codiciosa
traerá la ruina anunciada
Para nosotros, Deidades antiguas
Harían bien en suplicar...