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