There is a cataclysm coming for this population
What form it takes is not yet known, our team is at the station
The miser is always watching over this old town
I know the ways that all can crumble if the air becomes unwound

I am an alien, I can’t say I’m a trusted bearer
I kindly ask my word be heeded, lest there be a gruesome terror
Ungodly astral beings lend your ear to me
For just a second, I can make things clear, I’ll let the miser see

There is no easy way to give this information unto thee
I pray I do not sound too brash or too conspicuous indeed
The end is coming, if I dare come off cliche
I daresay image won’t concern me when we make it through today

I am an alien, I can’t say I’m a trusted bearer
I humbly ask my word be heeded, lest there be a gruesome terror
Council of common people sends their very best regards
And in the end I know at least we’re all still who we are

One dawn in the stomach of the beast
A sickly parasite will crave the taste of acid in the trees
Wine and bees. Nothing here will keep the hive in check
Das Triadische Ballett, Das Triadische Ballett

One dawn, with a trepidatious spark
A need to turn the end upon us will behest the oligarchs
All the stars burn the oceans up, the dreams we haven’t met
Das Triadische Ballett, Das Triadische Ballett