Misery was all your life. In your hand you kept the knife. Found solution in illusion. It's too late, you are so high. Yesterday you were so weak, and today you're lucky freak. But tomorrow death and sorrow Will become so goddamn near.
Creatures from the out of space Come to kill the human race. Show no mercy, it's our curses. You are first man they will kill.
From beyond from outer space All of us they will erase. Save yourself in fields of snow. Reap it up and let you go.