Punainen Komentaja [English translation]

Our ship made of darkness it is

defying the laws of nature

With tows and ropes and rigging, sails

it navigates the waves of the void

On the decks red crew, dark

Like painted by blood they were

Gaps of purple cloaks, hoods

glinting dark silver eyes

Chorus:

And the oldest of all is Maltan Hiram

the Red Commader, he

Knows the secrets of schwartzschilds rings

and Neutronstars and Cepheids

His trails hidden we travel

like specters of space

We strike deep soon vanishing again

even fear sometimes recoils us

But when others rest their day

sits the master alone and silent

All his years he remembers

and in sorrow, his distant loved one

Closes his lidless eyes

opens his composite fist

And small white stone

he brushes and smiles slowly

Chorus