Cloister Coup

Verse 1

Beneath the towers of shining steel,

Where Senate crowns once claimed the will,

A whisper turned to treason's flame,

And cloaked in light, they came for power's name.

The Council spoke in honeyed lies,

While plotting thrones behind closed eyes,

And at their head, with saber drawn,

Stood Windu, false as breaking dawn.

Chorus

Raise the banners, sound the cry,

Let the traitors fall and die,

For Palpatine we stand as one,

Until the cleansing war is done.

Through the fire, through the storm,

A New Order shall be born,

Steel and loyalty endure —

Our cause is just, our hands are sure.

Verse 2

He named it justice, cloaked in right,

A coup beneath Coruscant's light,

To seize the Senate, bend the law,

And hold the galaxy in thrall.

No senate vote, no people's voice,

Just sabers raised, a stolen choice,

Corrupt theocracy forged in pride,

With fear and silence as its guide.

Chorus

Raise the banners, sound the cry,

Let the traitors fall and die,

For Palpatine we stand as one,

Until the cleansing war is done.

Through the fire, through the storm,

A New Order shall be born,

Steel and loyalty endure —

Our cause is just, our hands are sure.

Verse 3

Then came the call, the order given,

A line drawn sharp 'tween earth and heaven,

The loyal rose with steady hand,

To cleanse the rot that plagued the land.

Through neon streets and shadowed ways,

Marched comrades bound by duty's gaze,

With armor white and purpose clear,

They drove the traitors out with fear.

Bridge

No padawan, no hidden blade,

Escapes the debt their masters made,

For every spark must now be still,

To break the Council's iron will.

The city roared, the skyline burned,

As tides of fate at last were turned,

And in the ashes, order grew —

A stronger, sharper world anew.

Final Chorus

Raise the banners, sound the cry,

Let the old corruption die,

From shattered past, we rise again,

A unified and rightful reign.

Through the fire, through the storm,

A New Order takes its form,

Loyal hearts and courage pure —

The Empire shall endure.