Original lyrics
ENThree soldiers, imprisoned, defeated by her awful eye
Bow down to Colossus, their great god who circles the sky
They chant sacred code, knowing only their ending is nigh
For now the Dog-king and his minions overwhelm the planet and the last men must die
Concealed in his armor, a relic to banish despair
The youngest says it was for talking to gods of the air
They know not of science and place all their faith in a prayer
But formulaic instructions spoken through a beacon will bring rescue there
