The traitorous move was big
So much for the group on the rig
The Black Hand gave the command
Naga Sadow would fall by demand

Feelings of hatred started to spread
Continue it must until they are dead
Scholae forces pummel them hard
They would beat them and take all the shards

Of the artifacts on the planet below
They would be the masters of all that they sow
Sith artifacts to make them all grow
The more they learn the more they know

Falling from the sky
We will catch them in a lie
Always moving into the future
Scholae Palatinae will be the stronger.