Devs est machina - Imperial Triumphant

The godmachine spurts blood

A life: a gear, a cog

Grinding minds to sow its lies

And feed them to its flock

Cyclic regurgitations

Of the inbred absolute

Construct a rigid gearwork

And mechanize indoctrination

DEVS — EST — MACHINA

Rusting behemoth

Souls writhe in torture

Singing hymns of ecstasy

DEVS — EST — MACHINA

Slave to its own rhythm

Mastered its creator

Society of helotry

The cross, bathed in blood, begins to rust

Through the hearts of zealots

Lust for a truth transcendent

Rots in its creator

Gears, caked with scum, shall collapse

Under will to the truth

Cognizant cogs grind to halt

Of the Dooming mechanism