We stand upon these steel
spines
Made of silver glass
Embody the lifeless eyes
And cold touch of the
machine
Open your eyes
To what lies behind
The liquid fire
That’s burning the sky
I will breathe the air of
Acheron
To see if it tastes of earth
Enslaved
Another nation built on the
back of
Slaves
The Just City was only
meant for machines
Behind this burning gateway
Lies a lifeless satellite
Which triggers a memory
relapse
Of being exiled in orbit of
earth
I will breathe the air of
Acheron
Enslaved
Another nation built on the
back of
Slaves
The Just City was only
meant for machines
Open your eyes
To what lies behind
The liquid fire
That’s burning the sky
I will breathe the air of
Acheron to see if it tastes of
earth
Enslaved
Another nation built on the
back of
Slaves
The Just City was only
meant for machines