Unlocked, the mechanism's gears turn
In their graves of rust
These ancient turbines
Will breathe coal-thick darkness again
The cryptic thing lurches forward,
A rhythm set in motion
Amidst stillness and decay
Those buried within it's confines
Have long-since been dust-swallowed,
Withering amongst their inscriptions
These beings engraved this mockery of science
Deep within her flesh, the soil of earth
Behind iron hide, the ghosts of their will remain
This structure of a lesser cause
In making of a decadent vision
Their will be served for the gears,
They turn once more
How could but men build this?
It's cause consumes my whole
For it is unknown to me
But this machine shall serve it's purpose,
Whatever that may be
Whatever hell I summon
Shall be wielded as my harbinger
Devouring my self-worth
In make of a greater cause,
This thing shall be once more
This legacy is ever mine
For by my ancestor's hand am I bound to it's hull,
It's frame
This machine, my bloodline be