Lower World - Imperial Triumphant

You are machine

Blissful and grand

Nothing more

And nothing to us

Writhe below in stagnant exhaust

As we breathe in the light of god

Engines scream like steel horse

Of dying cavalry weaker than the last

The famine of existence

Devours us, all the same

Humani generis machinas, operari simul, et mortuus solus

Humani generis machinas, operari simul, et mortuus solus

Know your place in the grand machine

Know your place

Beg me no more, worthless machine

I have everything and nothing to give

No nothing to give

Nothing to give

Nothing

No nothing