In 1987 they build a new machine
To conquer our future, to face things never seen
Curious of new weapons with more power to destroy
Ready for the wars with their exciting dangerous toy
Flickering lights in the dark indicating ignition
Energy runs through the circuits to start the transmission
Land of ice
In 1999 they find their destination
But reality on the screens destroys their fascination
Ruins and debris neither life nor the spore
A desert of ice with all the signs of nuclear war
Only the wind is breaking the threatening silence
Sensors show no human beings are living here now
But there are shadows moving around the vessel more and more
Disfigured creatures gathering, scratching claws on the door
The choir of the damned built of thousands of rough throats