| From far outside | 
| Earth’s fragile atmosphere | 
| It’s clearly apparent that the end is near | 
| The sleeper wakens and removes | 
| His golden casque | 
| Vital signs return to his quiescent craft. | 
| He is truth — a word to the wise | 
| Gods children are so young | 
| They cannot realise | 
| The difference between extinction | 
| And life is now only a matter of time. | 
| In the beginning was the knowledge | 
| He had carried far across | 
| The great unknown | 
| Millenia have passed since he walked | 
| On the savannah where the seeds | 
| Of life were sown. | 
| Yet even deep in slumber he could hear | 
| His children blunder to destruction | 
| The caretaker of creation placed a fail-safe | 
| At the heart of his construction. | 
| Technologies intended | 
| As mans slaves mutated | 
| Now they are his masters | 
| The trust they place in progress | 
| Only serves to bring | 
| The last days nearer faster. | 
| He is truth — a word to the wise | 
| Gods children are so young | 
| They cannot realise | 
| The difference between extinction | 
| And life is now only a matter of time. | 
| I can see the oceans | 
| Stagnent and overflowing | 
| Filled with man made waste discharged | 
| From my cosmic auditorium | 
| I view this crematorium | 
| That is your world at large | 
| My ears hear the wailing of your children | 
| In a future close at hand | 
| Just as it was before — so it may be again | 
| (If you don’t try to understand)… | 
| The seas will rise before your very eyes | 
| Until they swallow up the land | 
| If your polar ice caps melt | 
| The cards are dealt | 
| And you have died by your own hands | 
| I will never help you while you still persist | 
| In acting like you’re blameless | 
| I would rather let your species die forgotten | 
| So your folly remains nameless. | 
| He is truth — a word to the wise | 
| Gods children are so young | 
| They cannot realise | 
| The difference between extinction | 
| And life is now only a matter of time. | 
| When to mischief mortals bend their will | 
| How quick they find the instruments of ill. |