Broken bones Metal shards Ringing ears That radiate the brawn of our iron shackled world Do not release our betrothed heiress For light will once again reign where darkness now sits A blind eye is required In order to see the travesties committed here A grey world where the sound of turning gears is deafening The pounding, bleating machines of progress Plowing through the desolate land of safety The soil filled with blood of our fallen and tears of the mothers We must poison the machines and halt its gears So the smog can clear And we can begin sowing our seeds freely once more