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
