Landscapes of frozen methane Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes I was sent here to describe and tease the minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland) On a ship of curiosity I sail ((oh) what treasure can be found here!) And why must eyes face this Unearthly show of morbid climate Behind the Neptune hillsides They say the towers stand tall Built by hands dissimiliar to mine And Brought alive by hearts of ancient alien cultures
