Rusty, cold, dusty world,
I wasn't expecting any of this or a mold. DEATH

Hoping to earn a living young and old leave their homes in must,
In deep space through stellar gas and dust.

They promise you development and easy money,
But all you get is run through terrific planets like a monkeys,
And fear of monsters walking in the metal darkness.

Meeting your quota will be your only concern,
Apart from the worries of dying from unknowns.

Our new house is a rough ferric shell,
Patiently wandering through oil-black orbits in a nutshell.

What will be next moons waiting for us to crash?
Rend, Dine or Titan are too harsh? Dont worry there are plenty others like Assurance, Vow or March! (Eclipse or flood with fog is not so hard...)

Be afraid of none my fearful friend, but i really hope You know how to run 'til the end,
We're happy to invite you to our family like everyone,
Together we'll definitely have so much fun! (and money with boombox and cozy lamps)
So start new life with Lethal Company by joining us, to fill your dreams with light of bloody red stars...