They are leaving, 12 firey streaks in the sky, right before this planet dies..
the serenity before the oblivion, the sight of the mother and all of her salvation..
destination 2nd home,  for us to rebuild and rename for our own..

They are arriving, 12 firey streaks from the sky, light lines fill our eyes..
fear and awe fill our minds, strangers from above or perhaps angels divine..
should we welcome them with love, the strangers or angels from above..