3 acessos
A fetid, wornout scenery, this cradle of man.
Sucked bonedry, the Ancient Mother at the end of her lifespan.
Craving, ruthless, the child that ate its own womb,
human vermin, abandon this place of doom.
Cosmic winds blow - the surge is powerful,
to the stars the future leads.
Walk away from the battlefields of the old world.
earthling - wipe the blood from your eyes.
Arise...
Distant suns shine over strange horizons,
unknown wars fought on alien land.
Alien eyes look upon mans arrival,
greeted - by fists or with open hand.
The umber sphere of Earth fades into black, Sol astern, swollen in agony,
the last glimpse of home. Ahead - the universe...
Craving, ruthless, the child that ate its own womb...