Cybertronian Anthem, written during the Age of Expansion
to the tune of La Dama Rossa Uccide Sette Volte (Ripesa)
[increasing tempo]
(Clavem manu tene, sera tibi negata aperi,
Thesaurum tibi debitum vindica, Primus nostrum superbum fac)
hold helmets high, gaze upon the second moon
see the stars, and know they are there
the Primes that came before you, they are watching
come to understand, they bless you too
don't you feel something stirring in your spark, yes?
the last ones to feel this fell so long ago, though
stand tall and proud like a gilded statue, much like their own
reach beyond your means, walk softly and carry a sharp blade
we, the new titans, have stretched beyond our means
a new embrace with which to encircle across the galaxy
while the humble and tired maintain our homeland and cities
you will transform Cybertron into exquisite, excellency
yes, indeed, you. you, you, you, you, and you,
from the spires of Praxus to the Rusted Shores
will together form the cogs in the machine
which will manufacture Cybertopia
think naught of the coldness of deepest black outer space,
the unreaching voice that will never be heard nor its echo,
there are others lost in the dark, frozen and frightful
and we must be brave enough to show them the light is here
reach your servos out and what is ours is what you take
feed the people, feed the planet, ingratiate
a leader is nothing without anyone to lead forth
Primus will smile upon you and honor you for eternity
Til all are one, that fateful cycle
will much too soon, come to us all
use the star inside you while it burns there
before your chassis is emptied.
[decreasing tempo]
(Clavis aurea est, visne ianuam reserare?
Sciemus cum omnes unum erimus.)