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