"Ishimura"

There, floating high o'er world's cracked shell,
A slowly dying derelict.
A thousand souls once here did dwell,
Once teeming halls now rusting crypts.
As power fails, its lights grow dim,
Each room to eerie darkness falls.
Blood-curdling sounds and groans so grim
Still travel far from distant halls.
And here and there the air is still,
The smell of death still strong and new.
All on your own, that is, until
You find the ship's decaying crew.
You're trapped inside its cold embrace,
Fore'er alone in this dead space.