Fiery the angels fell. Deep thunder rolled around their shores... burning with the fires of Orc.
[Original verse from the poem, "America, A Prophecy," by William Blake.]
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.