through world after world, flashes of screens, cracks in fire,
we fly, we fall, we see nothing but black,
when sails unfurl, and the means to charge down,
grafted by barbed wire, strewn to a wall,
blight and wails, cries and mauling,
we see nothing but black.
we see nothing but waves of ruin,
barrels of brew, to brush or doom,
soon in steps that attack
nothing but black.