

Terra... Luna... Sol. (mmmmm)
A thousand years of quiet,
a thousand years of peace
The mothership is descending,
the cycle has to cease They watch from the cold sky (ahhhh)
Terra, Luna, Sol, they claim the silver sky (they claim it all)
We pay the heavy price,
we watch the mothers fly (no turning back)
We built the golden towers,
we thought we owned the dawn
But now the shadow stretches,
the legacy is gone
They take the final portion (the heavy cost)
We pay the price... (ohhhh)
Terra, Luna, Sol, the final resolution falls
(the mothers sing) We give them what they claim,
behind these quiet walls (eternal peace)