A thousand priests precognized the signal

All people say lo and behold

The star’s neutrons collide and dart

The pulsar is calling in the dark

Death is predicted not intended

The future of humanity depends on you

Wooden cyborgs precede the arrival

Replicas heard the call of survival

They found a colony satellite

Unaware of its near twilight

Machines mistrust and deny the priest's promise

They foresee the stars omnicidal desease

Hope is growing deadly into misery

But man keeps on believing in the prophecy

Savior reads between the lines of history

Going interstellar

Aiming for the pulsar

Going interstellar