Darkest darkness of bitterness harkens
Power is not enough to replace a home.
No amount of death or destructions is sufficient,
To ease a life of eternal wandering.

Living life by the thrust of a knife,
The edge of a blade or blaster bolts sprayed,
The soul longs for a place to rest,
To put the darkness to rest.

Like a mantle worn over the shoulders,
Darkness weighs upon the back,
Like stones hewn from a quarry,
Break them instead of being broken.

Darkness can be set aside,
To wait for another day,
To be lifted once again as the world intrudes,
Upon the home and hearth.

When Plagueis comes calling, it’s probably time to run
I wouldn't want to be against us, it’d be less than zero fun
Teylas would beat you, and you wouldn’t know what hit you
And if you went against Selika, it’d be that day you rue.

Dracaryis Sunstrider, he’s one you won’t forget,
Kalon Entar, he’ll kill you, never makes an idle threat
Lady Malice will just feed you to her cat,
Kultak Drol will spear you on his head, and wear you like a hat.

Taranae is vicious, she’ll just rip out your throat,
Laren doesn’t care what happens, as long as he can afford a new coat
Abadeer is ruthless, and will kill you in your sleep
Better run from Plagueis, because that trouble you’re in is deep.

We don’t win every time, but our records not half bad
We just be Odin Urr, sent them home feeling sad.
Now we’re on Aliso, getting back our slaves
If they won’t come back quietly, we’ll send them to their graves.