The name of this world sounds more of a growl
When someone attempts to say it out loud
Cold this place, red dwarf it's sun
It's people burdened their spirit undone

One ruler here, this world and all,
Even if we don't know it, he stands there tall
Evil in it's purest and growing quite old
There's a hint in the air, not all are sold

He might have found a way to begin life anew
Keeping all he has done, and all that he knew
It is the healers who keep within many prose
Just how to stop him, and not let him grow -- Aine 2003