("how can you expect to defeat me, when you are but a man?")
We are searching for technology The fate in our hands We want to be intelligent The future has no end Our product has high quality Important for our land A progress for the industry And we like to present
One day we will defeat the time In the moment that we feel like birds in sky One day the time will come to fly Into the past, into the future, into decline
We are deforming the velocity No pangs of conscience We want to be successfully The aim is in near distance The result of a prodigy But force fields breaking down Loss of orbital gravity Solutions must be found
