Dunsmuir - Our Only Master

Landfall at sunrise without incident
All instruments functioning fine
However a few of the crew are uneasy
The way of the laborer's mind

Some cower fearing the unknown
Give tributes ad astra
But we are bound to experience
Fact is purpose and science is our only master

We awoke to discover the priest has gone missing
Some whisper the island is cursed
I've provided them rifles to calm their excitement
Nothing will compromise work

Forbidden equations
Tremble his skull
The sigils are balanced
And the outcome is null
Elegant purpose
No mark of defect
The theory is sound
Both pure and correct

Myrmidon!

They refuse to move or even speak
They talk of Devil-men, demons and beasts
Saboteurs! Mutineers!
I'll show them all what it means to fear

Some cower seeing the unknown
Give tributes ad astra
But we are bound to experience
Fact is purpose and science is our only master