This is my last stand, my requiem Looks like the weaker sex is the only one to have survived Running through this maze, this metal tomb The face half burnt by the blood of my enemies Machine gun spitting fire Grenades blowing everything away Android's head hanging around my belt, cursing me The auto-destruction alarm rings loudly A countdown to pyrrhic victory I heard like a hundred screams They understood The worst awaits me Will I be able to reach the escape pods? An atmosphere of the end of the world reigns Survivors going out their shelters Rats trying to leave the ship I see them getting hunt down by these insectoid predators Some of them sacrifice their own mates to survive It's not a massacre, but a feast At the very moment to get in A blast blew everything away My vision gets lost in infinite blackness A deadly silence reigns In this realm of nothingness My body feels the absence of gravity I see the hull of the disemboweled ship A breath of fire and light springs from this gaping wound like a newborn sun The nightmare is washed away Finally, I find myself curled up on the floor Tetanized and eyes riveted on this spectacle I am drawn from my morbid reverie by a detail Why do pods still eject from the vessel?