DHB

The Phobos

A race of ancients lived on Gaia

They swam up to the sea of stars

Sands of time fell for aeons

But the Ancients never came back

 

 

A warrior with white soft furr

Made from the white stars that still shine

Travelling to gather the four

To vanquish the steel invaders

 

Men of freezing and silver steel

Burning souls crying within them

Prowling to make life freeze and burn

Like what the Ancients did to them