Lyrics:

spoken:

Know then... that near the end of the 17th Millennium of Man,
From the anaemic and corrupt remnants
Of a weak and directionless empire,
There arose a man like a spark of divine flame,
Who would ignite a cleansing conflagration
That swiftly spread across the Galaxy.

Onward, his fleets blazed across the cold gulfs
Between the stars,
Until that final ultimate day... when he stood before the great
Oracle of Delfinium,
'Behold!', the Oracle shouted into the minds of a thousand,
Thousand worlds,
'For here's the one of whom the prophesies have spake!'

And the diadem was lain upon his brow,
As he cast his gaze across a newly won empire,
And the Oracle proclaimed...
'Pompocles, king of the universe!'...