Intro: Dark sky, strange light, no one understands, radio waves bursting, the city electrified. Rumors spinning — but no one stays calm, night turns into a hotspot, tomorrow won’t be the same. Verse 1: Suddenly a beam cuts the clouds like forged steel, metal bodies sinking slowly into the valley. Sirens wail, dogs bark, neon flickers, everyone at the windows, nobody looking back. The streets empty, only the wind narrating, first contact landing, the unknown taking shape. No prophets, no experts, no plan, just a global breath before it all began. Hook: They come from afar and nobody knows their intent, nobody knows if they’re here to save us or to end everything. The arrival of the visitors — and the world holds its breath, we never chose this, but now the countdown starts. Verse 2: The ships unfold like enormous flowers of steel, skin shining like mercury, eyes like crystal beams. No words, no threats, just a spark in their gaze, as if calculating whether we’re worth something or just chaos and war. Reporters scream questions, microphones trembling in the air, but the answer stays silent like a cosmic scent. Generators humming, data streaming in shock, the visitors examining the planet like living scrap. And humanity realizes what it never wanted to see, we’re just a dot in space, nothing more than dust and clouds. Hook: They come from afar and nobody knows their intent, nobody knows if they’re here to save us or to end everything. The arrival of the visitors — and the world holds its breath, we never chose this, but now the countdown starts. Bridge: Leaders negotiate, but translators are missing, too much distrust, too little understanding. The visitors stay silent, studying us like files, and we finally see how weak our truths are. Verse 3: One of the strangers speaks without mouth and without sound, the voice rushes through the brain like an alien monochord. Shows planets, systems made of light, civilizations that don’t tear themselves apart in conflict. No drama, no theater, just a naked vision, a mirror for us without illusion. But before anyone can ask, the hatches close, the visitors vanish as if we offered nothing. The ships rise quietly without fire, without smoke, and what remains is silence, heavy like stone in the gut. Outro: The city flickers and the sky is empty again, no one knows what happened — only that it was more. No gifts, no warning, no trace in the sand, just the awareness of how small we are in the cosmic blaze. Final Hook: They came from afar, no one ever knew what they wanted, no one knew if they saved us or only held up a mirror. The arrival of the visitors — and the world held its breath, life goes on, but now we know what it might mean.
