Songtext von Novastorm

From this portal soon will rise A cruiser out of paradise Thousand passengers are tamed With riches and fame Like in our society They've lost their mind and dignity Mirror of the dying world That will face its future Without guns and without gear No one thought that they were here Twelve men on a deadly trip Boarding the ship To make the objects they will need The kitchen's printer had to read The plans of pyro's arsenal The mission goes on Visions of fire in the Novastorm Our realm in the purifying light reborn Take our hope into another place Vision of light, Novastorm The messengers are spreading fear The doctor's music made them cheer The synth was playing through the wife The visions of new life To emphasize this fall of man The red-head maniac made a plan To overload the maelstrom-sphere A giant explosion