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 breath the air of acheron
Enslaved
Another nation built on the back of slaves
The just city was only made for machines
Behind this burning gateway lies a lifeless satellite
Once, triggers a memory relapse of being exiled in the orbit of earth
I will breath the air of acheron
Enslaved
Another nation built on the back of slaves
The just city was only made for machines
Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky
I will breath 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 made for machines
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