Our baby girl Is teething Your breast becoming tender From the feeding She will raise the babes in cryostasis And when she comes of age, will do her duty This island in the darkness Known to us, for all our lives Built by the hands of the martyrs Whom were left behind With dragons heat we're breathing An atmosphere designed With sacred geometry By an artificial kind Just beyond our quarters are the seedlings To one day fill the valley they described Six feet undferneath us, lay remains of our ancestors Whose nutrients are keeping us alive With dragons teeth we're chasing A frontier that's sublime The future of our species Is owed to fewer minds Than those who are still sleeping We'll meet when we arrive If I will meet arrive