[Intro]

Those things that we're looking for out there

Those things

Might be the signals

Or maybe all those other civilizations are gone

Maybe it's the nature of intelligent life to destroy its own

Well I prefer to think that intelligent life could choose not to

More magical thinking

[Verse 1: Peter Jordanov]

The spoil heap remains

Determination called insolence

The shining jewel in the crown

Cut and set, dazzling to mesmerise

The soldier labours on

Subjucated by possibility

Until the end of days

Exploration into deep space umbra

[Verse 2: Peter Jordanov]

Thy immortal

Thy honor

Thy grace

All your promises memorialised

On the headstones of those you've 'saved'

[Verse 3: Peter Jordanov]

Well fire up the furnace

And open up the rocks

Bleed them dry and ask for more

Take all they've got

Cast your weapons of sin and deception

Sell them your despair

Put to work the lost and forlorn

Remember them in prayer

[Chorus: Peter Jordanov]

Forged in the choking fires

Of your pain

Carved with the blade of tomorrow

To bleed in vain

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4: Peter Jordanov]

And between all insanity

The darkness remains

Like a drop in an ocean of silence

Let them scream your name

[Chorus: Peter Jordanov]

Forged in the choking fires

Of your pain

Clutching the blade of tomorrow

To bleed in vain

And when twisted broken necks turn towards the light

Illuminating only what was left to die