The Hyperion Threnody - Mechina

Cursed be the ones who believe in the fantasy we call peace

Bound by machines I am forced to believe that what I see is the end of a breed

When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek

Will never come to be as long as we spread like disease

The machine hear it sing

Like an anvil made of Cepheon steel

Astrea let the hammer fall

Its call will be heard by all

The only true destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep

Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars

Consumed by entropy

If only the dead could see what these worlds have come to be they’d close their

eyes

And return to sleep

The worlds that we seed will fall like the leaves from a dying tree

Cursed by the breeze

When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek

Will never come to be as long as we spread like disease

The machine hear it sing

Like an anvil made of Cepheon Steel

Astrea let the hammer fall

Its call will be heard by all

The only true destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep

Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars

Consumed by entropy

If only the dead could see what these worlds have come to be they’d close their

eyes

And return to sleep