The divine invasion
When hell easily fade
To purge the illness from the land
Huaminty is just a shade

Obsession the beast unwhole
It feeds on the mechanical scythe

Inside the core
A monster is created
Computerized thoughts
To become... only better

We forged our own destruction
The doomsday of ourselves
We were used by benediction
Now we are restless in our graves

Automatetion of your soul
You fall before the altar of the mechanical scythe