The Lancers' Dirge

The Lancers' Dirge by Jita FM Warp in the dark, the gate yawns wide Silent scanners sweep the void inside Cold eyes flicker, onboard dread If your hull hides blood, you're already dead They roam like ghosts through Observatory space Four or more in stalking grace They read your hull, they taste your flesh No mercy for the one who hides the dead They are the Lancers, scanning in the night Ghost-eyes in shadow, bringers of silent blight If you carry death, they will tear you apart No escape, no mercy, they strike the heart Drifter whispers in the engine’s hum Your corpselines sing, they’ll…