Dark clouds are smouldering into red
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying capsuleer shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers toward the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go fly with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
Like IMPSS soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.


01. Thou shalt always listen to thy FC.
02. Thou shalt not jump lest thy FC sayeth so.
03. Thou shalt not speak lest thy FC sayeth so.
04. Thou shalt not speak at all if thy mic is busted.
05. Thou shalt lock, scramble, web, dampen, disrupt, jamm and kill.