Orbit Culture - Automata lyrics

A savior took leave for a conquest with war lust All while world was facing an impending doom The heroes hope crumbled When the world he held dear Was cast into flames Oh, you made me Divine one, you made me Flows of blood and tears running down my face This was all in vain, Lifeless earths will float Into a starless, dead cold night The sphere of destruction was made to fulfill, to give us a reason to fight The mighty construction of the finest machine, whom serve but their despiteful self I recall all your names, you stray wandering souls Of what could have been, help me To reign and to serve, to rot in the fields Give me a sign Corot I can feel their heat I can see defeat Flows of blood and tears running down my face This was all in vain, Lifeless earths will float Into a starless, dead cold night The sphere of destruction was made to fulfill, to give us a reason to fight The mighty construction of the finest machine, whom serve but their despiteful self Vile design, they serve The seal, I'll resign Defeat, I'll kneel Light