The first brigade of the lost clan
Searches for their mothership
It has all the plans
According to the old ones
The sold ones are gone
They sit at a table of oak and sand
Discussing and mistrusting the powers that be
Their heads melt into the soles of their feet
Mother said to be wary of the strange folk
They carry much wisdom but it comes at a price
Their powers give us life not too soon to be revoked
The blood in your veins was bought with a life