The Moderators

Billion years in the making
Protectors of the stars
So many millions have perished
Their way of life survives
Where war tears worlds to pieces
Soon they will arrive
To crush all belligerents
Beware, watch the skies!

Dream no more of evil
Everything will go
Knowing, now that we can see them
Gleaming across the skies

All armies be inferior
In the face of the moderators
Bled dry all your munitions
While watching you cities burn
All trace of violent ways
Subdued in mere days
Repent or die, never lie
Or else they will return

Dream no more of evil
Everything will go
Knowing, now that we can see them
Gleaming across the skies

Face the moderators...