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  1. Gliese 581c

From the album Beyond Mars

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Lyrics

We are shrouded in the darkness of a past ripped apart by the sins of our fathers before the Holy Ark
We held the world on our shoulders as we made it boil over
Life slipped away, so we made our escape

It was too late, we made our mistakes
It was too late, to salvage any piece of home

The land now left cracked and broken
We seek refuge in technology
With corpses left, offered as token
Medicine and poison aren't the same

It was too great to bandage anything
It was too great, we made our home bleed away

We mourn the loss of our ancient world
From dust to dust we crumble back to dirt
We mourn the loss of our ancient world
From dust to dust we crumble back to dirt

Spinning world of fire serves as funeral pyre
Can you take us higher, to a new world order?
In the moons of ice we seek to renew this plight
This ark feels like prison, artificial prism

A generation of refugees trying to make their own mistakes
After decades of old pioneers withered away, only memories

We mourn the loss of our ancient world
From dust to dust we crumble back to dirt
We mourn the loss of our ancient world
From dust to dust we crumble back to dirt