(Roger, huh, now approaching the limit of sunrise. And, huh, for all the people back on earth, the crew of the module has a message we would like to send to you.)

(God created the heaven and the earth. And God said, and God said: let there be light)

(God saw the light, that it was good. God saw the light, that it was good. And God said: let there be light)

Breathing an air,
permeated, soaked in darkness,
emanating from within,
resonating like a scream no one can hear

I wear this chaos well.
Though none should save me,
desperation keeps me here,
my need for innocence,
the place where I began

The abyss becomes me,
I wear this chaos well.

Are these not words of heresy
a venom on my lips, a poison?
My spirit impurified
in everything I choose to say

(And God said: let there be light)

With you I stand in hope that
God will save us from ourselves.
Every cry a wasted moment
until another day is lost.

Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.

And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?

Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.

Undiscovered and unknown....

(In the beggining, god created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void. And darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of god moved upon the face of the waters. And god said: let there be light. And there was light. And god saw the light, that it was good. And god divided the light from the darkness.)

(God created the heaven and earth. And god saw the light, that it was good. And god said: let there be light.)

Are these not words of heresy
a venom on my lips, a poison?
My spirit impurified
in everything I choose to say

If I would shed my skin, the layers left,
but not the lessons learned
it would not undo what I have done
or grant forgiveness in some better days.

With you I stand in hope that
God will save us from ourselves.
Every cry a wasted moment
until another day is lost.

Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.

And did our laughter, did our tears
have some purpose after all?
Did we toil in vain in hope
that wisdom came from what we'd done?

Even lands we once called home
lie undiscovered and unknown.
Only heaven's silence for an answer.