1. CENTAUREAN

Vagrant, itinerant
He roams throughout the stars
Hauling worthless cargo to near and to far
Progeny of Prostitute
Born of a spaceport queen
Running from his destiny, responsibility

Chosen to hide, chosen to run
He can’t escape the things he’s seen
And everything he’s done

Centaurean,
Annie’s bastard son
Stronger than fate
He is the key, protecting the gate

Vanished into nowhere, gone without a trace
To the anonymity of federation space
Hunted by great leaders, by law by anarchy
Running from his blood's command and from their treachery

Chosen to hide, chosen to run
He can’t escape the things he’s seen
And everything he’s done

Scalpels pierce into his mortal form
Augmentation, a window to his soul
Running to the light, from law from anarchy
The Openers provide, as he's seeking sanctuary

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run
The new Centaurean, Annie’s bastard son
Chosen to stand - chosen to fight
The new Centaurean - blessed, sacred, right


2. DRAWING THE SWORD

When the sun begins to rise
And the mist fades and dies
Night is left behind

On towards a clear sky
In a sea of golden light
I taste the freedom that's mine

I draw the sword ! (x2)

Friends now gone are left behind
But I did not run out of time
And I still carry my sword

Winding road where do you lead
Will I triumph, will I bleed
I trust my strength and my speed

I wield the sword (x2)

My own lord
I draw the sword