T3CHN0PH0B1A - Space Is Their Grave


Empty thermographic orbits 
Marching putrid squad of corpses 
Iron golems in slow motion 
Rusty faces without emotions 

Tonight the sky 
Feasts with worms that crawl inside 

Raised from labs 
The space is their grave 

Speechless bodies now are marching 
From the ground undeads are rising 
Electric caskets and frozen bones 
No conscience, no remorse 

Unclean and mean 
Drenched in plasma and gasoline 

Raised from labs 
The space is their grave 

Hunting their warm preys 
The blood of living in cyber veins 
Decaying creatures 
Corroded features 
A dead soul lives in their cold circuits 
Awake! 
From Mech-Beyond they came 
Alive! 
Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie! 

Deep space riders resurrected 
Putrified in their cradle 
Pulsar brains and voodoo nights 
The smell of rust is all around 

Hunting their warm preys 
The blood of living in cyber veins 
Decaying creatures 
Corroded features 
A dead soul lives in their cold circuits 
Awake! 
From Mech-Beyond they come 
Alive! 
Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!

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