Through the black, the hull is stacked Taking in the haul from Alshain Growing cracks, but still intact Encroaching on the Cygnus domain Beacon light within my sight The terminal is glowing in space Symbol for the free, but not for me I’m preparing to plead my case
Like the moon is silent, consumed by the void All screams from inside are destroyed
I was served an injustice as head of the Guard Unbalanced and covetous was my charge
I have returned With malice that can’t be unlearned I have arrived Like the rise of a massive tide
Cygnus Terminal
Iso Subject 5, where were you? Gone for 13 years and only aged 2
We deal with the terminal, we deal with death We are the bringers of balance; We are the lungs of the cosmic breath
Iso Subject 5, your tracker was damaged at take-off How could you survive? We thought you were gone
Cygnus Terminal
Iso Subject 5, you say that’s not your name? Isolation must have twisted your brain
We deal with the terminal, we deal with death We are the bringers of balance, We are the lungs of the cosmic breath
Iso Subject 5, you’ve strayed from your tests You must have lost your mind Why don’t we just kill you now and put this all to rest?
I crossed the Great Divide I now have command over time It’s futile to object Now grant my parole from the Isolation Project
All the years trapped in silence All there was to confide in Was my waning sense of worth Now reprieved of the tests My soul is battered at best But I’ve lived to see my rebirth
Policies of my decree Once again, are enforced by me Epsilon, Pteropticon Failing now because of my leave LCD, at full capacity This is where I’ll restart my work Take the names of those who caused me shame Be silent, swift, and deft on your search
Like the moon is silent, consumed by the void All screams from inside are destroyed
I have returned With malice that can’t be unlearned I have arrived Like the rise of a massive tide