Deus Ex Machina Songtext

von Wings

Deus Ex Machina

Outstretched, bloodraped hands
In the great halls of godfall
As a scar in dreams of chaos
Lower planes are the future dogma

A sun of chrome arises
When in the house of Babylon
Death is paid and death is truly laid
Mechanize the black of our minds

Proud race in paradise (utopia)
In which the saints of steel
Won't see the plight
Dreams already dreamed
Dead, dead
Afterglow of a weary mind

Lustruous requiem
Of a thousand horns
Inject me with God's poison (Samael)
The lost forgive their blood

Heavy, acidic clouds roll
Roll past a nevergreen life
Complete the cycle
And behold a new Lazarus

Regressus ad uterum...

Rise to new heights
Poor child of modern corporealism
When a man turns to a machine
And machine is uplifted to a status of God
Only red led lights glow
On an infrared alley of sounds
That make colours of datastreams
Biolinks of conciousness
Are entwined together by
A cosmic net of mechanized distortion
Semi-Gods of industry breathe and seethe
In their own cesspool of radiation and pollution
Are we becoming God
Or an extinct race
The machine decides
Deus Ex Machina.