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When the Engines Feast I

Man has built the beast Rought from blood and bone sweat and tears of creation man has built the engines that feast on the body blood marrow stars die as empires rises from the east cold bathing all in holocaustic light hollow inside covering all in ashes, flesh and mascara Horror! Born to none the engines feast mechanical heart thumping slave to the engines beat The singularity of one flesh and machine Under a bloated red sun walking in silhouette Fear coming from the East as cruel Crimson tears flow As the infernal engines humms When the engines feast Man has built the beast bought in blood and bone sweat and tears creation of one man has built the engines they feast on the body blood marrow Valhalla starts to die as empires rises from the east When the engines feast

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