Manually added by Warlord Bentre Kairn'tel Sadow

the moon of Endor
dark forest full of Ewoks
ruins of a fake star

the darkest of night
searching for temples of old
moss cover all things

creatures shall all burn
nature shall not slow us down
hive shall conquer all

The Fog of War

Under attentive eyes
Sweltering and damp forest
Judicious soldiers tread
Embrace potential demise
Beseech glorious victory

Too long, quiet blade lurks
Waiting to be driven home
Into my foe's flesh

The Shadows Creep in
The night will consume all now
Death falls upon us

Quiet, foreboding
Darkness surrounds casting shade
Excitement flows through

The forest trees rustle
As the moon makes its descent
Calm moves my senses

I reach with my thoughts
Find discord and chaos around
Darkness takes its hold

War is within reach
Death and destruction resounds
The dark is the light

shadows fall and yet
nothing kept the forest back
nothing but the dark

these old stones sing
stories of rage, hate, of hope
i can hear them still

hate grows like a weed
through the cracks, behind calm eyes
intoxicating

our voices are low
we disciples naga sadow
such anxiety

so wracked by unease
we watch the motion of trees
as the cool wind blows

the droids have fallen
spirits linger in temples
but we shall not fail

A rustle of trees
The dreadful temple looms large
So does the clans fate