Punainen Komentaja [English translation]

Of darkness is our ship wrought

It mocks the laws of nature

With tows, ropes, tackles,

and sails it roves the voids

On its decks a crew crimson and fell

As painted in blood

Among the cloaks and hoods

Peek silvered eyes

And eldest of all is Maltan Hiram

The Crimson Commander, he

knows the Schwartzschild radii

and neutron stars and cepheii

His routes we travel secret

Like ghosts of the void

We strike deep and vanish again

Once fear shall shirk from us

When some rest from their day

The Commander silently broods

He remembers all his years

and sorrows, his love

closes his lidless eyes

opens his mechanical fist

where a small white stone

he feels and softly smiles

And eldest of all is Maltan Hiram

The Crimson Commander, he

knows the Schwartzschild radii

and neutron stars and cepheii

His routes we travel secret

Like ghosts of the void

We strike deep and vanish again

Once fear shall shirk from us