The Key to Alpha Centauri

Crossing the uncharted, Mothership Hephaestus

There are light years yet to explore

Deprived of the guarding sun's light

Dark and cold is the last frontier

A new civilization they are planning to found

A new haven and shelter for humankind

In deep macabre slumber they are

Their journey nearly complete

Rigil Kentaurus.... Giant sphere

Erratic, altered, distant their minds become

Nebulous haze of the unconscious

On this miasmal freezing surface they set foot

Walking aimlessly, attracted by some presence

Immersed in this non-existent landscape

Their hopes, already dead

Black rays projecting into their eyes

Dread engulfs their souls

A giant tower they can see in the distance

Weird architecture and sculptures, older than time

A gateway-shaped city, swirling, absorbing all around

Multiple changing colors, never beheld by humans

Shapeless horrible entities appear out of the fog

Nothing foreseen by their science

The boundless spirits and forms from Nibiru

They had come here before... Aeons before

All is hopeless now

They cannot see each other faces anymore

Their bodies turning into vapor

Swallowed by a horrible madness

Their minds are diminished to nothing

Their spirits are vaporized

They are flying into nowhere, into unreachable space

Their kind are finally lost and dissolved