Appealing To Venus

So many years ago
Cutting them down
Cracking their skulls

I stroke your temple
And where are all the people?
Come back to us, we need you

And good, we have a love match
As soon as they're asleep

We're gonna get us out of here
Legend or not he's gone
He claimed to be the future

I stroke from you all your
Precious life
Destroy my will, it's only love

So many years ago
Golden appeals to Venus cut thеm

Down by millions
Trillion billion millions
They claimed to be thе future