New Machines
(Indisponível)
Standing on the brink of revolution
The masses wait with baited breath
A promise to rise and destroy this night
They'll fight until there's nothing left
The masters in their towers
Question their own powers
Now the gates of truth have been revealed
Nothing safe under the sun
There's no where to run
The tide has turned
Their fates are sealed
Under the sign
Of another martyr born to die
Under the sound
Of another futile battle cry
Coursing the field (sand)
With another river made of blood
Grinding the call
Of the new machines of tyranny!
The Barbarians approach!
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