Rise and fight, Arconas now out
Fight for pain and glory!
We’ll win the day, tomorrow is ours
If we just stand together!
The Lady is here, to lead the way
with her we cannot lose!

Pravus stands up there
Unbeaten, always unbowed
We can not go on

Abadeer strode into the interrogation room, the lights were dim and only a cold sense of dread could be felt in the room. In the center of the room sat the monstrous azure man, Wuntilla, The Dragon. Four robed and hooded men sat in each corners of the room, putting their full focus on to the man in the chair, cutting off his connection to the Force entirely. Taasii had never performed any amount of interrogation, even though he’d been the Battle Team Leader of Plagueis’ premier house of information.
The combined forces of Tarentum and Plagueis had been constantly spending shifts trying to break the man who sat before them. Abadeer wasn’t the only person in the room questioning the man before them. Wuntilla began screaming, wrestling against his restraints, but he had no chance of breaking free. Taasii strode over slowly to Wuntilla, pulled back his arm and punched the man in the gut. The screaming ceased instantly, turning into labored gasps for air.
“You will tell us who put you up to killing Telona. You will talk.” Abadeer said, while trying to be as menacing as he possibly could be. He stared down at the panting figure before him, waiting for the man to recover. Suddenly the man whipped his head up and spat in Abadeer’s face. Taasii wiped the blood laced spit from his face calmly, and walked back towards the door. He opened and said
“Bring in the torture droid.”

I run through the woods
My prey is stumbling down
Right before he cries

The Iron Legion came crashing down
Their forces endless, like a winter avalanche
Crushing and destroying all in there path,
But when Pravus sacrificed his own
That’s when we knew, truly how far gone he was.
The avalanche was now a wave of magma
Nothing could survive, and everything burns.

Darth Pravus, he always wins
When we dying, he gets the grins
His key is he’s Pravus, that’s it
All he has to say is “Sit!”
We all fall right down
Our bodies as low as our frown