Hunting & Gathering (Cydonia)

I got you in my sublimes of dreams

The origin of my kind

The answer to my questionless being

In the themes of Marduk's collapse

When the asteroids explode

Around the whole of the sun

As the clouds were lightened up

And the fireballs were roaming

And the blue turns empty dried

The cradle of the next generation

Risen from above the lands

Descending like a dreamless castle

For a new hope

Cities rising from the rocks

The earth gives its mercy

But no more gold for the traitors

Who possess the ancient ruins

By their untruth spells

They take the world and the earth breathing fire

On the endless oil seas

Never ending towers of flames

Oh Cydonia, merrily a picture of dreamless

Is it cold out there in the fields of those memories?

Look at me