Made of ancient debris
Of the void from the abyss
Of the phaser weaver's silk
Of the sunlight's mere blink
Of the nightmarish delusions
Of the lifeblood of the living
Of the rifts in realm itself
We were made to rule the worlds
Some shall call us star destructors
Some shall call us the devourers
We call ourselves the puppeteers
Whe puppeteers of the realms