When despair reigns through the cosmic storms

No rays of hope observed

The worlds to fall down to the knees of war

The call of bravesome must be heard

The “Vega” stroke Ganymede silence

Colonies lay down to the grim

Oh, Frezer, there’s no time for obedience

You must to overcome inner fears

“Theor, my friend, I may helped you

But now there’s no reason to livе”

My vengeance with corpsеs of friends

Aimed nothing, this is never myself to forgive

With Jupiter storming of poisonous clouds

Among the battle Theor lies bleed

I will find my people to fight

And will never let the fear go inside

Theor’s moving through fogs, flying highly

On the stones of volcano he sleeps

He prepares the final battle for enemies

Under poisonous rain that weeps

Thunder from the sky, blast and they all died

Desperate concentration is your liberation

In your world there’s no treasures to earn

I’m too old now and will return

The new blast, the moment of faith

So much powers I’ve spent and what’s me now to wait?