Feeding the withered machine And its wasted means A sombre plight, a writ of right Absence of light Receding are our vaults of wisdom In this state An abysmal vision A result of our clouded sight Broken is the wheel A guilty man's appeal Terra Mater will not kneel As we plummet towards the end There is no hope There is no future here Inception You'll find no life You'll find no solace here Inception Meadows barren Bereft of life The path of the Great Auk It will guide the way to oblivion Candid extinction She will not kneel As we plummet towards the end