Mining the shadows of the moon Testing the limits of man's design Desperate to acquire that most precious resource Only off-world is the last vestige unsoiled
Stuttering machines pierce the barren rock Extracting elixir from the depths The shadows yield their frozen primordial cache
The transient force that flows through us all The purity of our essence Worth more than oil, more than gold, more than bombs The source of life itself
A silent veil of plasma rains unannounced from above The angry eye churns forth a wave of death like no weapon ever seen The vengeful star blots out the fragile forms
In one lonely gasp, the blood no longer flows The machine grinds to a halt
The fountain of salvation dries into dustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
