The interstellar voyage is coming to an end, and the reckless heroes are gone
When the sacred tree of sacrifice wails and breaks in the gunfire, when the guard's blade turns to the weaker, when the last conscience is thrown into the wilderness.
A spark of fire has quietly rekindled under the numerous bones.
The curtain of the times is opened in blood, and the whispers of the earth mother and the glory of humanity interweave into a civilized funeral song.
And the forgotten mortals were standing on the ruins, facing the world that was about to overturn, and issued a declaration:
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
