Dies Irae, Dies Illa. Composed by Captain Kassim "Sec'" Sheen, Colorado System, 803 AS.

Many a sailor’s haunted by a siren.

And there’ll always be a mermaid in your ear.

Some can drown the voices in the bottle.

Some can try to chase the tail of their fears.

And even saints are equal in the cosmos.

Because even the finest heroes come with arrears.

Take a needle, take a breath, taste the Oh’ two in your chest,

Only takes a pinprick through a bulkhead, through a floor.

The tale that’s inbibed

Into the pen of the scribe

Telling you that flesh wasn’t made for metal,

And even the most cautious get cocksure.

Dies iræ, dies illa,

Solvet sæclum in favilla,

Passed down by mariners from years long before;

There’s a murphy up heaven

From radiation to decompression,

you can’t tell what the cosmos has got in store

Even the stars have got a bingo fuel

From Arcadia to Thule,

If you want to live long you’ll obey the unwritten law;

The wisest sailor never strays too far from shore.







Although the stars shine they shine for anyone.

From Monsters to the men who men below your decks.

And all the lights don’t mean nothing, if your radar don’t seem ‘em coming,

Or your beacon doesn’t sing beyond the wreck.


Don’t trust the word of old man Polaris

He’s dealt with cannier bastards than you.

He’s outshone the eyes of ancients through to Horus,

So see him as he might not be seeing you.

Dies iræ, dies illa,

Solvet sæclum in favilla,

Passed down by mariners from years long before;

There’s a Murphy up heaven

From radiation to decompression,

you can’t tell what the cosmos has got in store

Even the stars have got a bingo fuel

From Arcadia to Thule,

If you want to live long you’ll obey the unwritten law;

The wisest sailor never strays too far from shore.




Because the universe is painted black

And the entropy thinks your carbon's better than Cognac

And we’re all just fuel for the next race of dinosaurs.

From Manhattan and back,

From Torpedoes to Flack,

The cosmos is a dangerous breed of whore.

Dies iræ, dies illa,

Solvet sæclum in favilla,

Passed down by mariners from years long before;

There’s a murphy up heaven

From radiation to decompression,

you can’t tell what the cosmos has got in store

Even the stars have got a bingo fuel

From Arcadia to Thule,

If you want to live long you’ll obey the unwritten law;

The wisest sailor never strays too far from shore.