12 June 2012
Behold the Mighty Glarces, Don't act like you're not impressed With our race's repertoire of skills, We must surely be the best.
Or each and every method Is as clear as our skin, As flawless as our eyesight, As familiar as our kin
We advanced beyond you years ago, Melded membrane with machine, Now our lifespan is prolonged And our purpose honed and keen
We're not religious zealots, It's a phase we long outgrew, We simply laugh at arguments too stupid to disprove
Our thick, transparent skin may give away what our bodies contain but our minds, they wear a sheath of steel, Our plans stay in our brain.
Each tentacle we sport contains a thousand deadly glands: Each one is laced with toxins, like a million taloned hands.
Technology is a matter which we hold in high regards (Not that we actually need it, though, it just helps to power our hearts)
Our weapons are immense and great, They blacken skies with ease, Be them inter-planetary missiles, or an engineered disease.
Of course our threats are potent, we can put 'war rules' to the test, But we only use them wisely, you are not necessarily oppressed.
We have no concept of rebellion, we are one mind, all connected, We all agree, and are not swayed, we're an ultimate collective
We're the smartest, we can perform mitosis, we're molluscs, and yet well dressed, We simply want to rule the skies, You know we'd do it best
Glarce National Anthem • Opuss № I