DOTLAN EveMaps

u'Unkown ships on D-Scan,
Wrecks appearing,
Smelling blood now,
No one can see the Hounds running,
Tremble as the payload approaches,
See the support landing,
Pointed and webbed,
Our nuets placed to an open sore,
Numerous artillery shells have drifted away,
Hard to number,
Damnation\u2019s whore,
Our bubbles hungar for victims tonight,
With an immortal\'s soul,
And of an Amarrian design,
Your ship will not endure our Scorch tonight,
With an honest design,
Our Bhaalgorns shall endure,
Our Dominace cannot be denied,
Heeding the warning signs,
We now belive you to be evil personified,
As we\'re blown apart,
The countless numbers hunger for our pods,
Insurance paid out,
Our wrecks looted,
Mindless drones enslaved,
Hundreds of millions thrown away,
The pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves,
Probing for answers they don\'t even care to know,
Makes us question just what we believe,
Makes us search for an answer,
We don\'t want to know,
It\'s like a plague from below,
Killing all that we know,
Know that vengance will be taken,
Your fleet is ours!'