Clad in armour, clad in hate,
Sowing death and destruction for its own sake,
They ravage and massacre throughout the stars,
Wiping out all life that for them bars,
Their sacred right to dominate.
Born of evil, born of war,
They long to purge all else that lives and more,
This quest they have pursued diligently,
Without rest, without mercy or pity,
For such emotions they lack and abhor.
No conscience restrains them! No compassion will end their quest!
All who have seen them and survived do not jest,
When they tell the tales of these creatures most vile,
Of their savagery, their evil, the worlds they have defiled,
Of how their very name is death.
Feared in space, feared in time,
All creation has come to know their cry,
As all who survive tell of their deathly call,
The sound of which has seen civilisations fall,
That brings annihilation that is for them sublime.
Those who know them know their shriek!
That grating cry of hatred and damnation!
Their eternal call for extermination!
That shriek of madness, that scream of death,
The immortal screech of the Dalek.
