USG Ishimura

the vision aboard a haunted ship
screaming eyes and quivering lips

the needle dangles, iris flares
a moment's danger
a thrust, a glare

there is no hope here for men
there is no quarter but limbs being drawn
flee my friend, flee my friend
for if you stay you will be gone

a silence hangs in the stars tonight
no one can see the sordid sights

the crimson floats in blackened space
of many kinds
of many a race

there is no hope here for men
there is no mercy in these skies
flee my friend, flee my friend
anyone who stays surely dies

this wood and steel is no one's slave
this hull too dark to ever be saved

the ghosts that rule these vacuum halls
cannot be seen
and do not behave

there is no hope here for you
there is no more time to spare
fear the end, fear the end
the captain requests your despair