A long time, a long time will have to go by before our
Present becomes our past, just like us
We will face our death, but first
We'll defend the trees we wear
We'll venerate the bell of night, the moon
Hanging over our shacks
We'll defend our leaping deer
The clay of our jars, the feathers
In the wings of our last songs
Soon you'll raise your world over ours
Blazing a trail from our graveyards to a satellite
This is the Iron Age: distilled from a lump of coal
Champagne bubbling for the mighty!
There are dead and there are colonies
There are dead and there are bulldozers
There are dead and there are hospitals
There are dead and there are radar screens
To observe the dead
As they die more than once in this life
Screens to observe the dead who live on after death
As well as those who die
To lift the earth above all that has died
O white master, where are you taking my people
And yours?
Into what abyss
Is this robot bristling with aircraft carriers and jets
Consigning the earth?
To what fathomless pit
Will you descend?
It's your to decide
A new Rome, a technological Sparta and an
Ideology for the insane...
But we'd rather depart from an Age
Our minds can't accept
Once a people
Now we'd rather flock to the land of birds
We'll take a peek at our homeland through stones
Glimpse it through openings in clouds
Through the speech of stars
Through the air suspended above lakes
Between soft tassel fringes in ears of corn
We'll emerge
We'll emerge
We'll emerge from the flower of the grave
We'll lean out of the poplar's leaves
Of all that besieges you, O white man
Of all the dead who are still dying
Both those who live and those
Who return to tell the tale
Let's give the earth enough time to tell
The whole truth about you and us
The whole truth about us
The whole truth about you
The whole truth about us
The whole truth about you