Space Raiders

Fresh off the kill

My prey is just debris

Laser cannon bolts

They number twenty three

They got what they came for

They always do

Venal through and through they are

They are the Space Raiders

Slinking into their skins of desire

Pickles of dill

Ravaging the night

Leaving men and children

Forever in a fright

They got what they came for

They always do

Venal through and through

They are, they are the Space Raiders

Locksleys of the sky

Not an apt description

Ransacking lives

Leaving planetary destruction

They do it all the time

The leader of their troupe

Flys ever higher

An aquiline figure of golden fire

Sheperding the stars into it's widening maw

Fanatical acolytes of the golden claw

See for yourself

You see it's gotten bad

You don't know nothing

For that you should be glad

But they get what they come for

They always do

Venal through and through they are

They are the Space Raiders

They are the Space Raiders

They are the Space Raiders