Letras
Lightning strike, a rocket's flare
Apollo 12, in the dragon's lair
Launchpad rumble, skies alight
A journey started, wrapped in fright
Apollo 12, ride the storm
Through the bolt, spirits born
Struck but unshaken, they forge the moon's trace
In the sea of storms, they find their place
Systems falter, gauges blind
A silent craft, through the grind
Quick minds race against the clock
Restore the flight from the electric shock
Call down to Houston, "Try S-C-E to Aux,"
Words that would become the key to the box
From the brink of abort, to a mission clear
Guided by hands, devoid of fear
Moonbound odyssey, under lunar skies
Two more souls, where the eagle flies
Ocean of storms, they touched the gray
A bolt from the blue, led their way
Apollo 12, ride the storm
Through the bolt, spirits born
Struck but unshaken, they forge the moon's trace
In the sea of storms, they find their place
Apollo 12, ride the storm
Through the bolt, spirits born
Struck but unshaken, they forge the moon's trace
In the sea of storms, they find their place