[solo: Shuttle-crash suite in F-Major, Marsian Traditional]
The sound of explosions, the children awake The turn of the tide acts up, the ground it starts to quake A pile of dented steel, in fear I realize Behind the shuttle's windshield two evil shinig eyes
Handcuffed they take the stranded straight into their lab Examine him, his DNA, what you give is what you will get He takes his magic carrow, a bang and drums appear He starts to play like thunder, mandkind flee to save your hearing