As sunsets last shinning falls
I fear not my love or our demise
with trees casting horrid shadows
in the coldness of sweet death
no matter, I fight by your sweet side
for I mean to fall with you

If you sucomb to the onslught
not matter the odds I will hold them back
for if we do not claim victory
I will fall with you

The shadow masters
and the ones of the deep blue
dear sister, they have for some time
my sweet Genna 2948, have been spying on you

I called for the scope of their fleet
we are out numbered seven to one
but the odds are pretty cool
if by honor, I will fall with you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris