I am so cold, so weary This place is dead I can taste the decay on the breeze I am alone, discarded Under the cold red sun Left amidst their lifeless bodies
Pale expressions stare back at me Entangled by their lifeless limbs Rotten claws reach for my throat Pulling me into their graves Resting in this festering necropolis An artifical voice infects my sleep...
Deus ex machina: "welcome to oblivion Your resistance, is futile Humanity is no more..."
This is the post-human aeon The order of machines
Nuclear winds blow the shadows of apocalypse Wastes that creep silently behind the fumes The frozen land ignites under the moon's eclipse And endless fire amongst the scattered ruins Fragments of scorched and broken relics Veiled by acrid smoke that hides their concrete tombs Stagnant earth still digesting the crumbling cities Their blistered skeletons clawing at the sky Black tendrils reaching out from the nexus Scrapping all trace of life into its synthetic maw
A mechanical maelstrom Tears the flesh from my bones Their teratoid barks mock my demise:
"our time is now... Your flesh is weak Your race destroyed Our existence, is forever..."