I am the watcher, the silent mind
Protector, collector, the one of its kind
Formed in this wasteland to see what's concealed
Decide when the day comes my power revealed
No arms and no legs, just eyes in a face
Unclosed to witness what happens in space
A slave to my masters, a god for your fate
I wait for the day you meet destiny's gate
Here I am in eternity
Forced to witness this tragedy
Gatekeeper of the only device
To save from the certainty of death and of agony
And while you fight for profanity
Your doom leeches from your vanity
My aspiration diminishes each day
While the last drop of sanity parches in apathy
A time and dimension so old and so far
All beings are trapped in their prison of war
With all hope forgotten an image emerged
Create a new world a culture deterged
Built a machine to protect and control
To keep them from violence preserve a pure soul
A merciless task, with virtuous intent
Once and for all in a world without end
Buried deep under cydonian sands
An ancient device for the final advance
Creator and butcher, condemned to outlast
No conscience or anguish, no future no past
As they float into the fire
Centuries pass by
An unrecalled reminder
A plea without reply
As the void is drawing closer
Time is running out
And chaos taking over
A time and dimension, a gift from afar
All beings comsumed in the fallouts of war
The darkness arising pursuing its prey
An imminent sign of the mortal decay
Distracted by trifles for frontiers and wealth
Evolved to neglect everyone but oneself
Humanity's downfall to all-out defeat
While the key to salvation lies right at their feet
Constructed and hid by cydonian plans
To remain and to serve to whoever demands
Sealed for eternity never exposed
Protected by one, the only who knows
The secret of forfeit cydonian lands
Waters retreated but rock still withstands
An endless existence, bound to survive
Watching forever, of purpose deprived