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.