Aaa-aa-a
Is there a star out there made just for me?
A planetary system to this star I shall retire
As a Lighthouse keeper, a solitary man
Guardian of outpost, beacon in the night

Ahead are the dark lightyears of love
Our souls crying in cryostate

On this desert planet
Far away from home
There's no return this is the grave beyond

I'm just a lone star gazer, a weary traveler
An old soul in the night, a painter in time
Don't get too comfort with your pretentious just
Ancient slow rotation, grind your souls to dust

Ahead are the dark lightyears of love
Our souls CRY in cryostate

On this desert planet
Far away from home
There's no return this is the grave beyond
The storm burying my body
In a rain of stars
Pile of bleached bones in alien sands

[puhe: Mike Vendetti; Raamattu;
Ilmestyskirja 13]
"And I stood upon the sand of the sea,
and saw a beast rise up out of the sea,
having seven heads and ten horns,
and upon his horns ten crowns,
and upon his heads the name of blasphemy."

"And that no man might buy or sell,
save he that had the mark,
or the name of the beast,
or the number of his name.
Here is wisdom.
Let him that hath understanding
count the number of the beast:
for it is the number of a man;
and his number is
Six hundred threescore and six"