Your peaceful miner's life is gone,
The Cosmic Monster's hunt is on.
The ships you have are smoldring ash
No blob will help you earn your cash!

Your ratting times are gone for good
The Monsters picture you as food.
Attempts to form on us with haste
Are nothing but a timly waste.

We dwell in shadows of your fleet,
We are right there by your feet,
Your life from now is unrest
The Cosmic Monsters start the fest...