Know then, that near the end of the 17th millenium of man
From the anaemic and corrupt remnants
Of a weak and directionless empire
There arose a man like a spark of divine flame
Who would ignite a cleansing conflegration
That swiftly spread across the galaxy

Onward, his fleets blazed across the cold gulfs
Between the stars
Until that final ultimate day
When he stood before the great oracle of delfinium
Behold, the oracle shouted into the minds of a thousand
Thousand worlds
For here's the one of whom the prophesies have spake

And the diredom was lain upon his brow
As he cast his gaze across a newly won empire
And the oracle proclaimed
Pompocles, king of the universe