Krampus of Altair

On Altair's frozen moon the scanners start to scream A shadow in the starlight

Straight from an old world dream Not Santa's sleigh but chains that drag across the

ice the legend walks in silence the children pay the price

Krampus of Altar hones against the sky in the void of winter

Hear the naughty children cry no stockings, no presents Just a basket

full of fear the myth is real awaiting. And it's Christmas out here.

The settlers lit their lanterns hoping for Saint Nick but claws scraped

on the hull plates the air grew cold and thick A Martian miner