In the limbs of the space, i'm waiting, seeking your ship, calibrate my sensors on your signature radius. No one wake me up without take a risk. I'm saving some pilots, burning the others. With that i can compose my path, a way with pain and more darkness. Can you ear the song of the blood ? The pain when the flesh burning and the hull of your pod breaching ?
Soon you can, when i'm locking you on my ATH. When i decide to fire on you.