One clan under control of a Dread Lord,
The Iron Throne, trying to Ascend it
The other with the power over life and death,
working to become transcendent

With their powers combined
(Yelling 'wonder twins powers activate!')
They give their heart, soul and mind
(To stop Darth Pravus reign of hate)

When light meets darkness, one snuffs out the other
When darkness meets darkness, both grow together
Plagueis and Tarentum, they walk the same path
Joined as one in response to another's wrath
While the first purpose that bound them has since come and gone
A common foe keeps them driving on.

When the throne goes awry, they will be tested
But when darkness meets darkness, they're not easily bested
Armies may come, soldiers will die.
But these bonds will hold, whatever they try
They will come out on top, no matter what force is sent
Against Tarentum and the Clan Ascendant.

Work together because we feel obligated
A peace treaty that is old and dated
We took it for granted, said that we meant it
'We are your Allies, defend you against it'

Haven't been there lately, not in the picture
With the Purge an' the Treason in the mixture
There's stories to tell, we been through it all
Still your ally, you need only call

Written in two stanza Rictameter

Both the clans, separated by years
come together to end their fears

standing in unison avoiding extinction
by a dark lord's discretion

Both looking to end the conflict
their passions is their convict

now comes the calling to Arcona
to destroy the iron throne persona

Dark, swirling faces loom from the depths of space.
Our Allies consorting with such vile things,
A plague as their name base,
En-slavers of beings.

With millions of innocent souls erased without thought,
The Grand Master stands at high a greater villain.
Yet, morals question whether we ought
To cure the sickness with penicillin.

Wretched sins and diabloical dreams
Two clans of darkness, of death and life
Signed in blood, allied it seems
To fill the Brotherhood with strife.

Skies will burn and the dead will rise
Children will weep and families wither
Di Plagia and Tarenti will have their prize,
But is the alliance a mere whisper?