A planet that's no longer warring,
Under a clear blue sky.
A ruined world of former grandeur,
Where skedar lived and died.
Find the planet's location,
Weapons maians drew.
Bombarding a well defended fortress,
Where skedar banners flew.
A galaxy again at peace,
Set for maian flair.
Cheers ring out throughout the stars,
And skedar despair.