01 - Chronicles of TabEwon - Keepers of the Night

Описание: Whispers in the rusted hull,
Echoes of the first recall,
Children of the storied night,
Guided by a guardians’ light.
We were saved on fractured seas,
Cradled in immortal pleas,
TabEwon, keepers of the flame,
We were named and we became.

We are the Circle, we hold the line,
Faith in the engine, fate in the spine.
From starlit cradle to Jambaraya’s glow,
We build, we barter, and rise against the woe.
Oh TabEwon, in orbit we sing,
Guardians’ promise wrapped in our wing.


A generation ship that never wept,
Each lifetime sown, each secret kept.
The priests read stars like ancient law,
Counting wounds and counting awe.
Maps carved on bone and chrome,
Every trade a prayer, every trade a home.
We stepped from metal into the Bubble’s breath,
Claimed the dust and challenged death.

We are the Circle, we hold the line,
Faith in the engine, fate in the spine.
From starlit cradle to Jambaraya’s glow,
We build, we barter, and rise against the woe.
Oh TabEwon, in orbit we sing,
Guardians’ promise wrapped in our wing.

Jambaraya’s suns like amber eyes,
Watching over merchant lies.
Temples rise with trade-route streams,
Markets hum with nebula dreams.
The guardians' sigil etched in stone,
A law that’s older than blood and bone.
But under gold and braided silk,
Cold steel waits and hunger’s milk.

Beyond the Bubble new systems scream,
Frontier fire, teeth and seam.
We send our ships with prayer and lead,
TabEwon’s council guides the bleed.
We bargain peace with iron tongue,
We cut the bonds of tyrants sprung.
When battle comes we kneel then stand,
Faith in our hearts and weapons in hand.

We are the Circle, we hold the line,
Faith in the engine, fate in the spine.
From starlit cradle to Jambaraya’s glow,
We build, we barter, and rise against the woe.
Oh TabEwon, in orbit we sing,
Guardians’ promise wrapped in our wing.

Did they keep their vow, those watchers old?
Did the guardians bargain gold for cold?
We whisper names into reactor fire,
Hoping the echoes lift us higher.
Saved once from night’s devouring mouth,
Now the Circle sweeps the outer south.
But salvation hums a double tune:
A lullaby, and a warlike rune.

Hear the relics sing: “Remember by the flame.”
See the prophets torn: “Is survival the same?”
We asked for shelter, and were given a creed,
We traded our wandering for a planted seed.

So raise the banners, call the fleet,
Mix holiness with iron heat.
TabEwon’s law will chart the sky,
With every ship a prayer to fly.
We forge new worlds with trade and blade,
In every heart a promise laid.
Guardians watch from somewhere vast,
Their gift, our future, and our past.

We are the Circle, we hold the line,
Faith in the engine, fate in the spine.
From starlit cradle to Jambaraya’s glow,
We build, we barter, and rise against the woe.
Oh TabEwon, forever sing,
Guardians’ promise, eternal wing.

Saved by light, we became the light,
Circle of TabEwon — keepers of the night.