Perishing not in the frozen depths.
So deep beneath icy terrains.
One day to warrant man's respect.
Oh. Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Before it's too late.
We will never return.
Flee, flee from Ganymede.
The rampant ice will surely burn.
One day in the future man will arrive.
To conquer the desolate barren waste.
That day, we too shall be alive.
To pass judgement on the human race.
Oh. Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Jupiter's child.
Metaphysical moon.
Flee, flee from Ganymede.
Lest man should discover a day too soon.
Capability Red 1979
