Horizons Buried - The Arcane Order

So push it back, against the tides of time

Weep no more, Metropolis: let us rise frm the ruin

My brothers as we stand in line for the summoning

We hold each other under the burning Western skies

To you a grand design of apocalypse and fear

In me war machines becomes forever the future

Within glimpses brighter than a thousand suns

Reigns the doctrines of fear supreme

Harvest of the machine

So when it comes back, against all odds

You must grieve no more in your suffering

We scream for liberation as we set our lives free

We fall from Babel underneath the burning Western skies

To you a grand design of apocalypse and fear

In me war machines becomes forever the future

Within glimpses brighter than a thousand suns

Reigns the doctrines of fear supreme

Harvest of the machine