With our fires hot and our hammers red,
We strike through cylinders, our cubic dread.
By many a laser, and ships in a belt,
Many weapons do our asteroids smelt.
With Hulks and Orcas, and Rorquals with luck,
By missles from drakes, are pirates struck.
Through round holes, square pegs we hammer,
Until we are able to raise our banner.
It seems unfitting, without introductions,
We are Violent Force Productions.