We found them at dusk, one week later.
Cowering in the shadows of a dying sun.
Twenty-six massive starships.
Scattered remnants, of a battered civilization.

Ghosted, hungry and bloodthirsty.
we "dropped" and went for the kill.
Laughing as they tried vainly to escape and 
viciously died for the thrill.

From the nearest colonies, 
to the furthest reaches of our galaxy.
The bastards all lived in reverence,
of the Children Of Galaexy.

Blue, black, green, yellow or grey.
It did not matter.
Short, tall, large or small.
Warriors without peer, we hunted,
conquered and "fed" on them all.

A million warriors strong.
Full battle gear, faces tilted to the sun.
Celebrating as one, the planet reverberating,
the powerful song of the "hum".

Lords of Galaexy, revelling in "The Power". 
Ruthless masters of "the haze".
God almighty! 
Those were the days man, the fucking glory days.