Blacksphere - Orbit Culture

We’ve woken an ancient dweller

The fleet of machines

They burn down our cities to embers

Disturbing the earth

Hear me

The rain on my skin gives me

Strength to continue the struggle

I stand for our world

With might I’ll crush them all

No reason to think that I won’t be speaking the truth

A savior shall rise up to break the eternal will of

The machine

A sign

Striding through mountains and cinder

Ancient unknown

Reeking of oil with one motive

To reign us all

Hear me

The rain on my skin gives me

Strength to continue the struggle

I stand for our world

With might I’ll crush them all

No reason to think that I won’t be speaking the truth

A savior shall rise up to break the eternal will of

The machine

A sign

No reason to think that I won’t be speaking the truth

A savior shall rise up to break the eternal will of

The machine

A sign

Go with the blessing of your savior

Go with the blessing of your savior