Swords for hire

We had a tough time accepting our fate
When the federation expelled us from Earth
Set us adrift in the vacuum of space

Now we have a purpose, reason to practice our craft
If you need information, if you need a man dead,
If you need it done with no questions asked

We will take your money; we will sharpen our swords
Without a whisper, without a trace
We will be gone before his head hits the floor

In twenty-seven galaxies we've eliminated kings and queens
We stole the colonization plans from the galactic general's hands
The tyrant prince in Andromeda is totally oblivious
We infiltrated his court last month, now his right hand man is one of us

Our obsidian ship evades the light, often mistaken for a satellite
We can infiltrate and spread a lie, sabotage a hydrogen drive
Kill a man right where he stands, and make it look like an accident
If you have need of the shadow arts, just send us a name and a chart of stars

We will take your money; we will sharpen our swords
Without a whisper, without a trace
We will be gone before his head hits the floor

What is your song idea?
How about a song about intergalactic ninjas?

describe your song in one word
awesome