Centaurean Lyrics

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

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 hide, nowhere to run
The new Centaurean, Annie's bastard son
Chosen to stand, chosen to fight
The new Centaurean
Blessed, Sacred, Right