[ Featuring the Fighters ]
Sir they can't do this
For I have paid my share
I will not build the cities
I paid to have already there
If they will not heed the ansible's decree
I will ensure that they hearken to me
They still do not yield
So they shall taste our blades
They'll soon see a contract
Should not lightly be betrayed
If they will not heed the ansible's decree
I will ensure that they hearken to me
I came across an old letter from Constance
It seems she moved on 1000 years ago
I came out here into the black to seek adventure
Now I've found it. What's next I cannot know
But we're cut off from Earth forevermore
Our missions a failure, so why not have a war
