The Star Kings and Night Witches of Orion (Revised Version)

The rocket gleams like a copper lizard
A relic born in Mesozoic blizzard
A secret wave brought the coded order:
Pursue the cruiser that crossed our border

[Musical Solo]

When sudden sirens begin to waken
Your every nerve feels the tension shaken
And yet, just minutes remain on duty —
Five, maybe six — to the end of duty

You dream of showers, of warmth and dinner
Of spoons full deep and your belly thinner —
But then the signal explodes with thunder
You dash to helm as your thoughts go under

And straight to sky, like a candle’s fire
And straight to fate — to the heart’s desire!
(...desire...)

[Musical Solo]

The rocket gleams like a copper lizard
A relic born in Mesozoic blizzard
A secret wave brought the coded order:
A spy ship crossed from the Terran border

Again they dared to defy our spacing!
No point in fury or grim grimacing
No time for hate — only one recourse:
Track down and strike with relentless force!

These Earthborn thieves, with their blaspheme habits —
We must not let them slip through like rabbits!
(...rabbits...)

[Musical Solo]

I see them! See them — they're locked and loaded!
Fire now! Burn them, their ship corroded!
They haven’t sung us our final chorus —
We’re told to live, with the stars before us!

[Musical Solo]

...They hit a tanker — our ally's vessel!
A gas-filled hull, in a burst of metal!
Mistook their mark, now they flee like cowards —
But where? We’ll hunt them through every hour!

Repeat the order, in boldest phrasing:
They must not pass — no escaping blazing!
(...blazing...)

[Musical Solo]

I see them! Yes — in the stellar halo
Where plasma dances in solar flares’ glow
In outer thermozone’s blazing chamber —
No more escape, no more room for danger

The guns are primed, and the button’s ready
Press down the trigger — hold your hands steady!
Let’s send these Terran invaders reeling —
Fire, sisters! Fire with ruthless feeling!

Repeat the order, in boldest phrasing:
They must not pass — no escaping blazing!
(...blazing...)

[Musical Solo]

Fire, sisters! Every barrel singing!
But glitches rise, and the shots go swinging…
And now what’s left? Shall we face the jurors
Back home where cold-eyed command endures us?

To stand in muck, under glare and lecture
While they declare us a failed adventure?
I'd rather fall with my guts all pouring
Like ancient warriors, proud, restoring

[Musical Solo]

…I’m falling deep into ash and fire
My screens dissolve in the heat entire
I fade away in the orange maelstrom
Forever part of Aldebaran’s glowstorm…