Fortified in this shape shifting cauldron Sterilized by the Draconic Vulcan From ashes to life The infernal birth right Through savage pain She will evolve her mind Monsters are being bred From famine stricken flocks Unconsciously evolving for combat The children of Hyperion All vassals under Cepheon Behold the mother of all machine gods Her hands bound by wire Synthetic strands lash at her back As the blood rushes her mask It spills, soaking her neck and chest Still awake, he legs buckle and sway As servos of steel hold her in place This spasm dance A godly display Screams turn to laughs As air leaks away Dictatress, bellow your war song A soaring howl that would horrify the old gods Children on Empyrean Descendants of Acheron Behold the mother of all machine gods Her hands bound by wire Synthetic strands lash at her back Her eyes roll upwards As blood turns them black There is a word from the old world Unknown in this golden age Peace Everything they have ever known is peace The ever present heresy of unrelenting apathy Low passions be praised Andara, forgive me