Satellite - The Crüxshadows

Rolling back towards the continent

Instrumental forces die

Save excitement for line behavior

Signal shifting to enter flight

My back is burning

In the heat of the atmosphere

My engine roars

And the throttle cries

I’m not pulling on my navigation

Bringing me down out of the sky

I’ve seen the face

It seems they’ve always been here

Ten thousand years tonight

Copy Houston, request location

Signal over… Satellite

The madness creeping

With system failure

The image scatters

And the comlink fades

The red planet below me hungry

The red planet below me waits

(bridge)