Letras:Franco Battiato. Foetus. Mutation.

Thousands of years of sleep have blocked me in my cradle
and now I retur.
something changed
I'm not aware of signals of life
and yet I'm aware of vibrations.
what will my eyes see next
there will be stone bodies
I hear them coming
I hear them coming
there will be stone bodies
I hear them coming
I hear them coming.