Thoughts of a Kzin

I am called Third Gunner, my rank is my name
I serve on the Ripper of Throats, me and you aren't the same
I live for honor, I strive to win the game
Your flesh is tender, your blood stains my mane

I am a Kzin, furred and ferocious and I've killed far better then you
You monkeys will make a good additions to my zoo
I dream of a full name, I dream of blood
In my dreams I maul the chewers of cud

We've conquered worlds whose names you can pronounce
I'll stalk you in the night, out of the shadows I pounce
You'll be dead before your body even falls
As you skin gives way under my unsheathed claws

Some of you will be slaves, others are only fit to harvest
Some we'll hunt in the games, on others we'll perform tests
I am called Third Gunner, my rank is my name
I will soon be your overlord, your world will perish in flames