To the Sun They Go

[Verse 1] Out on the black, where the stars don’t shine, Merchants drift, their cargo divine. We spot their lights, like lambs to the feast, Gravity’s the shepherd, and we’re the beast. [Pre-Chorus] No cannon fire, no alarms to ring, Just a push, just a nudge, and we take everything. They’ll burn in the blaze while we drink and sing— A cosmic heist for a pirate king! [Chorus] Push ‘em to the sun, watch ‘em burn bright, Supplies in our hold, we vanish in the night. One less ship, one more prize, The solar winds echo with their cries. [Verse 2] Their shields won’t hold, their engines won’t fight, We cut their thrusters, leave ‘em to the light. A quiet death, no mess, no sound, While we load their goods and turn back around. [Pre-Chorus] No need for blades, no need for blood, Just physics, timing, and a solar flood. Their fate is sealed with a silent shove, While we raise our glasses to the stars above. [Chorus] Push ‘em to the sun, watch ‘em burn bright, Supplies in our hold, we vanish in the night. One less ship, one more prize, The solar winds echo with their cries. [Bridge: Instrumental Build with Chanting] *"To the sun, to the fire, We take their spoils, lift them higher. No remorse, no regret, Their loss, our treasure, don’t forget."* [Verse 3] The cosmos is cruel, and so are we, Scavengers thriving in zero-G. For every haul that drifts too near, We raise a toast to the solar sphere. [Chorus: Final, with Harmonic Swells] Push ‘em to the sun, watch ‘em burn bright, Supplies in our hold, we vanish in the night. One less ship, one more prize, The solar winds echo with their cries. [Outro: Soft Reprise] Out on the black, where the stars don’t shine, Merchants drift, their cargo divine. A fiery end, a pirate’s delight, The sun claims their ships, but their goods are mine.