Indeed, and why not? Let's see how far I can take it
Roll over the misty craters cold
To canyons deep and planets old
We must away ere break of day
To seek our lost forgotten gold.
The men of yore made mighty Asps,
While cannons rang and lasers gasped
In places deep, lost cargo sleeps,
In hollow pits within our grasp.
For Emperor's Grace and Fed'ral Lore
There many a long brutal war
Was waged and fought, and nil was wrought
To justify their endless gore.
On silver starships they had flung
Onto the stars; and in that run
With scanner horn and hardships bourn,
They 'splored the light of moon and sun.
Roll over the misty craters cold
To canyons deep and planets old
We must away ere break of day
To find our lost forgotten gold.
The Tauri Chimes were made then sold
To traders who were fools, or bold
Then sent out far, to distant stars
That craved the pleasant sounds they hold
The stars were twinkling in the night
The hyperdrive cut off mid-flight
The beams were red, it burning spread;
The hull like torches, bathed in light.
The bells were ringing through the ship
The crew looked on as armor stripped
The Thargoid's fire, now filled with ire
Ending the vessel, and its trip.
The cabin smoked beneath the moon;
The people heard alarms of doom.
The cabin broke, the crew did choke
And down the ship crashed to the moon.
Roll over the misty planets dead
To canyons deep and craters red
We must away, ere break of day
To the treasure for which they bled!
