[Intro]
[The crew motif and queen motif collide in a rapid 7/8 guitar-and-organ figure.]

[Verse 1]
The fleet formed a wall where the last markers died,
Black hulls in the crimson storm, side upon side.
The queen filled the viewscreen, composed on her throne:
“You carried your freedom. Now die it alone.”
The captain stood forward; the bridge lamps were red,
A crack crossed the glass like a vein overhead.
“We did not come hunting your people or ground.
Open one passage. No graves need be found.”

[Pre-Chorus]
You answer with mercy because you are weak.
We answer with mercy because we can speak.
Your dead bought you nothing.
They bought us this choice.

[Chorus]
Where the map runs out, we will not turn about,
We will write no new horizon with obedience and doubt.
Where the map runs out, hear the living engines shout:
No voyage ends in silence where the map runs out.
We become what we choose where no safe road is found.

[Verse 2]
The first wave descended in disciplined rows,
The tactical screen filled with converging red glows.
“Fire only to disable. Protect every pod.”
The captain said, “Victory poisoned by shame
Would bury the reason we entered this flame.”
Then weapons struck shields with a white hammer blow,
And the cracked observation glass widened below.

[Chorus]
Where the map runs out, we will not turn about,
We will write no new horizon with obedience and doubt.
Where the map runs out, hear the living engines shout:
No voyage ends in silence where the map runs out.
We become what we choose where no safe road is found.

[Drum Break]
[Tom-heavy drums map evasive turns while bass and muted guitar maintain the seven-beat warp pattern.]

[Verse 3]
The former mutineer rerouted shield power,
Holding one failing relay for an hour—
They shouted, “The flagship is crossing our line!”
The first officer saw ion vents in its side:
“Strike there and the storm will be pulled with the tide.”
The captain said, “Target—but give them a lane.
We break their formation, not slaughter their name.”

[Instrumental Break]
[Electric guitar and analog synth trade the crew and queen motifs as the fleet formation collapses.]

[Bridge]
You spare those who hunted you. What do you gain?

A future not founded on repeating your pain.

They will rise and betray you.

Then we answer once more.

Control is survival.

Survival alone leaves no lives of our own.

[Climax]
Flagship disabled!
Passage ahead!
Ion front folding!
Forty-seven injured, six dead!
Blue core holding!
We hold to the light—
We do not become what we came here to fight!

[Final Chorus]
Where the map runs out, we have faced the final doubt,
We have heard the voice of fear and refused to shut it out.
Where the map runs out, let the battered engines shout:
No voyage ends in darkness where the map runs out.
For the hand beside the blue core, for the names we speak aloud,
Hold the line, carry light—no voyage ends where the map runs out.

[Outro]
[The battle rhythm falls into a broad 6/8 coda led by harmonized guitars.]

The queen’s fleet drifted silent; one passage opened clear.
Her final words came softly, without command or fear:
“Perhaps your fragile freedom is more than I allowed.”
Then the Enterprise crossed onward through the torn and thinning cloud.
