Tyr was reading a book, as usual. Well it wasn't a book, it was a manual of tactical maneuvers he had found somewhere. But Tyr wasn't concentrating on the book, he was thinking about the world ship and the magog. He knew they could not defeat it. They needed an alliance, of all the species no matter how inferior.
The Nietzchiens were the problem. How could you bring them all together in an alliance. Many of the Prides hated and despised each other. Many were at war with one another. It was a mistake for them to turn against each other in the beginning because now, where were they? About to be devoured by a giant ship of hungry Magog. The universe certainly likes to give people a challenge. And they were fools to have waged war on each other in the beginning. Tyr began singing softly


"These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms"