Letra de Decimation

We know now that in the early years Of the twentieth century this world Was being watched closely by intelligences Greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own We know now that as human beings Busied themselves about their various concerns They were scrutinized and studied Perhaps almost as narrowly as a man With a microscope might scrutinize The transient creatures that swarm And multiply in a drop of water With infinite complacence People went to and fro over the Earth About their little affairs Serene in the assurance of their dominion Over this small spinning fragment of solar driftwood Which, by chance or design Man has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space