I`m turning my head back for last time
and seeing the picture that we left
only dead silence staying behind
and ruins laying on the ground
she was forworn, battered and torn - mother earth
slowly dying, lonely crying - ancestors' land

we`re here because of our greed
the few left alive - the chosen ones
staring into the great unknown
expecting the ship to fly away
we are looking with hungry eyes into the space
seeking for some, wild, new-found lands to destroy

history tells about the ancient times and noah`s ark
that led the world to new beginning for mankind
that`s not the case for our ship that flies away into the space
it doesn`t bring a new beginning, only end