The stars are our guide, a return to our ancestral roots
We are a nomadic people, trekking across the galaxy
Neither lost nor charting a defined course, we wander
Our homes are gone, our memories have been burned
Planets of our alliance have all been lost in a nova star
Caravans of survivors, all remnants of a proud empire
The death of our empire traumatic, lost in galactic fire
We are the few, we are the living memory of a land
Without awareness of the future, we struggle
We have no choice, but we are determined
To begin again, to provide for our children
