Echoes of the Exile

Ash on my boots, stars on mute; I walk the silence Malachor breathes in broken time; I hold my violence Name stripped away—Exile cast into the void Where the mass shadow fell, every note of the Force destroyed I cut the tether just to stop the screaming Turned from the thunder while the galaxy was bleeding The Council’s eyes like winter glass, unseeing I wore their sentence like a cloak that kept me breathing Still the echo finds me in the quiet air Every step on metal decks, it’s waiting there I am the wound that walks; a prayer without a prayer Echoes of the Exile, carved in ash and light Calling from Malachor, sleepless every night I’ll carry what I couldn’t save; I’ll make it right Empty is the Force, but I still choose the fight Exile, Exile—say my name and feel the sound return Exile, Exile—through the silence, watch the starlines burn Exile… hear the echo, hear the echo Exile… I am the echo Ebon Hawk hums; hyperspace like ocean foam Telos white halls, Nar Shaddaa shadows—never home Visas sees my absence; Sion wears his broken stone Nihilus drifts on hunger; Atris crowns a frozen throne Kreia speaks in winter truths, a thousand masks Teach me to hear the spaces where the music lacks Bao‑Dur’s hands remember what the trigger asks Every friend a mirror to the wounds I can’t unmask Still the echo finds me when the engines fade In the hush between the stars, I’m unafraid If the Force is silence now, I’ll sing anyway Echoes of the Exile, carved in ash and light Calling from Malachor, sleepless every night I’ll carry what I couldn’t save; I’ll make it right Empty is the Force, but I still choose the fight Exile, Exile—say my name and feel the sound return Exile, Exile—through the silence, watch the starlines burn I hear them in the static: ghosts that bear my name Forgiveness in the vacuum, heavier than shame If I am but an echo, let me be a flame Let the wound learn how to close—and still remain Echoes of the Exile, carved in ash and light Calling from Malachor, sleepless every night I’ll carry what I couldn’t save; I’ll make it right Empty is the Force, but I still choose the fight Exile, Exile—say my name and feel the sound return Exile, Exile—through the silence, watch the starlines burn Ash on my boots, stars on mute; I kept the silence Somewhere past the Outer Rim, the echo finds us