We survived catastrophes
We are leaders of the modern age
Something led the way to let us be
Dominating for so many years
When clouds in the sky tasted iridium
In darkness began the dawn
Building for eyes the shield from the sun
And the dragons were forever gone
Leaving us all in charge for the days to come
Sometimes the things we disapprove of
From another point of view can evolve in something positive
Some things, so precious and uncommon
From beyond the world we know
Wrote the first page of our History
History repeats itself
Will we see clouds of a new material?
'Till the sun sets on our time
We'll remember the dawn of Mankind
Through ages of Time scent of iridium
From changing horizons
Future potential leads to unknown
And everything can fall undone
Will we still have control in the days to come?
Sometimes the things we disapprove of
From another point of view can evolve in something positive
Some things, so precious and uncommon
From beyond the world we know
Wrote the first page of the History
In the end...
Scent of iridium...
Ours are the days to come...
Ours the hands building the future...
(All the prophets in religion,
read the future in the sky
What's the subject of their vision? Iridium?
Does the weight of our decisions change the clouds passing by?
Is our "freedom to decide" the control of future?)
Shall we see tomorrow
the fall of our throne
for our new iridium?
Night is falling, the skies are burning
A new dawning for age of Gemini
We are leaders of the modern age
Something led the way to let us be
Dominating for so many years
When clouds in the sky tasted iridium
In darkness began the dawn
Building for eyes the shield from the sun
And the dragons were forever gone
Leaving us all in charge for the days to come
Sometimes the things we disapprove of
From another point of view can evolve in something positive
Some things, so precious and uncommon
From beyond the world we know
Wrote the first page of our History
History repeats itself
Will we see clouds of a new material?
'Till the sun sets on our time
We'll remember the dawn of Mankind
Through ages of Time scent of iridium
From changing horizons
Future potential leads to unknown
And everything can fall undone
Will we still have control in the days to come?
Sometimes the things we disapprove of
From another point of view can evolve in something positive
Some things, so precious and uncommon
From beyond the world we know
Wrote the first page of the History
In the end...
Scent of iridium...
Ours are the days to come...
Ours the hands building the future...
(All the prophets in religion,
read the future in the sky
What's the subject of their vision? Iridium?
Does the weight of our decisions change the clouds passing by?
Is our "freedom to decide" the control of future?)
Shall we see tomorrow
the fall of our throne
for our new iridium?
Night is falling, the skies are burning
A new dawning for age of Gemini