Consumed By Silence - And Hell Followed With

Unlocked, the mechanism’s gears turn

In their graves of rust

These ancient turbines

Will breathe coal-thick darkness again

The cryptic thing lurches forward

A rhythm set in motion

Amidst stillness and decay

Those buried within its confines

Have long-since been dust-swallowed

Withering amongst their inscriptions

These beings engraved this mockery of science

Deep within her flesh, the soil of earth

Behind iron hide, the ghosts of their will remain

This structure of a lesser cause

In making of a decadent vision

Their will be served for the gears

They turn once more

How could but men build this?

Its cause consumes my whole

For it is unknown to me

But this machine shall serve its purpose

Whatever that may be

Whatever hell I summon

Shall be wielded as my harbinger

Devouring my self-worth

In make of a greater cause

This thing shall be once more

This legacy is ever mine

For by my ancestor’s hand am I bound to its hull

Its frame

This machine, my bloodline be