Ghost Echoes from the Fornax Void

In a distant dark future
The race of mankind have now turned to
The stars after they have drained
The earth of resources

Blasting and cracking! Space freighter with lasers
Mining and extracting materials from dead worlds
Your crew warps to survey a rogue moon
This proves to be a grave error

The ship undocks the excavators
Autonomous mech-harvesters
Drills pierce through the mantle
To reveal it's all hollow
Under the craggy layer
Something awakens
From its sedation
Now released from its prison
Tentacles erupt to reclaim all that's forsaken

Sirens start to ring and are followed by the screams
As giant razor claws begin to tear through the hull
You slide across the floor just passed a closing door
The airlock leaves the dead to the vacuum of space
Engines ripped apart by great colossal arms
Bodies set adrift are pulled down to many mouths
You eject in a pod as a last ditch escape
Beyond the gaping maws of a cosmic elder beast
Man should have left asleep

You call for aid but the signal's to faint
Watch all hope slip light years away
No help will come for you, this is your tomb