Satyricon

Like Satyricon Pantheon at war of the worlds, Like a paragon The galaxy of dreams we observe, Through a hundred thousand years of light A message to our globe, Astronomy moves endlessly Through eyes of the probe On a starry night Construction of a dream in a dream From my satellite watching the scene Like Satyricon The matter of the cold in the dark, Like a paragon Our galaxy contracts at the heart, Dance a million billion stars away, A mission we defend, Cosmology, the mystery of rays Heaven sent Numbers collected, Picture restored, Vacuum séance, vacuum séance Like Satyricon The matter of the cold in the dark, Like a paragon straight from the heart, Like Satyricon Pantheon at war of the worlds, Like a paragon The galaxy of dreams we observe, Like a Pantheon stars I observe