Slave Ship - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Off in the distance rises up a mighty roar

I look around to see I’m not touching the floor

I’m just a pawn in ancient pan-galactic wars

To mine the Ether Ore is my eternal chore

Not here, not now, not any more

I’m tired and my head is sore

Asteroids live and breathe, and planets fall in love

Bat-beings groan and seem to fit you like a glove

Traverse Orion’s leg in the blink of an eye

Warm hands at dying suns and boiling midnight skies

No day or night, eternal vacuum hard and cold

I slave where time is growing old

Slave ship!

Slave ship, we’re on another run

Slave ship, we’re on another run

Slave ship, we’re on another run

Into the dying sun!