The signal had been coming from Mars
It had been 200 years since the great leave and there had been no contact until now
Buun and his crew must seek the source of this signal
And of the increases in atmosphere since it was thought long doomed
Red sails will find a way
Red sand I find my trace
I can see that light to taste
You say what a fine mistake
You take the faith that man has made
The night is saved the crest is bathed
I'm light again
I'm taken there
A man has aged
The mind has fate
Beggars the goddess is at hand
To beckon you the forces of the land
The beacon to remain the bright and tearful faith