Automata - Orbit Culture

A savior took leave for a conquest with war lust

All while world was facing an impending doom

The heroes hope crumbled

When the world he held dear

Was cast into flames

Oh, you made me

Divine one, you made me

Flows of blood and tears running down my face

This was all in vain, Lifeless earths will float

Into a starless, dead cold night

The sphere of destruction was made to fulfill, to give us a reason to fight

The mighty construction of the finest machine, whom serve but their despiteful

self

I recall all your names, you stray wandering souls

Of what could have been, help me

To reign and to serve, to rot in the fields

Give me a sign

Corot

I can feel their heat

I can see defeat

Flows of blood and tears running down my face

This was all in vain, Lifeless earths will float

Into a starless, dead cold night

The sphere of destruction was made to fulfill, to give us a reason to fight

The mighty construction of the finest machine, whom serve but their despiteful

self

Vile design, they serve

The seal, ill resign

Defeat, I´ll kneel

Light