"Today is a good day to die! Kor’vath Rift ahead. Four Klingon ships, one Bird-of-Prey, two K’t’inga-class, one Vor’cha heavy cruiser. Dominion attack ships confirmed. Cardassian cruisers in support. We cloak not to hide. We cloak to strike." We drift through mist with power restrained, Our cloaked advance, our path unchained. The void is quiet, the hunt begins, We fight for glory, not for wins. Jem’Hadar ships cut through the black, Their hulls are sharp, they don’t hold back. We fire first, disruptors sing, Two hits land, their shields take wing. Cardassian cruisers flank our side, Their phasers burn, but we don’t hide. One K’t’inga breaks in flame, But Klingon hearts stay in the game. Shields at thirty, decks run red, We count the living, not the dead. We bleed, but we do not fall, Each scar a vow, each death a call. Vor’cha rams their lead with pride, A funeral flame, no place to hide. My Bird-of-Prey limps through the fire, But Sto-vo-kor lifts us higher. "Kahless watches. Kor’vath burns. Honor remains. We are Klingon. We are eternal." Let the stars burn! Let the hull break! We rise in flame! We die awake!
