Landscapes of frozen methane

Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes

I was sent here to describe and tease

the minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland)

On a ship of curiosity I sail

((oh) what treasure can be found here!)

And why must eyes face this

Unearthly show of morbid climate

Behind the Neptune hillsides

They say the towers stand tall

Built by hands dissimiliar to mine

And Brought alive

by hearts of ancient alien cultures