Umbah - Bolderok Naron Тексты

I compute therefore i am
Is this thought of a mythical creature a real thought?

Droids in the voids
Selectors of the paradigm
Bolderok Naron

Its a deadly hope

Wheels turn,
Despair of iron hooks the body
Limbs sore
Dying till the end of time

Droids in the voids
Selectors of the paradigm
Bolderok Naron