Quiet, foreboding
Darkness surrounds casting shade
Excitement flows through

Strong, yet kind in ways
She strives to always grow more
Never bowing out

If you like some fun
Come hang out with some cool folks
Naga Sadow, yeah!

Naga Sadow where have you gone?
Lost is our visage of home,
Now in space relying more on braun,
Yet, I still study a Sith tome;

Flying my T-70 is such a thrill,
Fighting the Collective for air superiority,
Piracy and hunting we do still,
By our Consul Bentre’s authority;

But yet thoughts of Sepros still pervade,
I lay dreaming of the day,
I hope that soon we will have aid,
And have our home, come what may;

Soon Naga Sadow we shall prevail,
And leave the Collective bound to flail.

Flying far away
Waiting for the chance to live
Someday we will rule