The Obliterators

By death be crowned, or live crushed beneath their blade Of blood and rust, machines of armor and steel Biological manipulation of life Slaves to serve without fear, mastered by technology Turn on atomic core, metal framework clad in synthetic flesh Uplink intelligence, program consciousness, all systems complete Through lenses of red, they seek to destroy All that's left of this silent planet of shit Cybernetic organisms of war Mechanized, killing fields, mastered by technology Turn on atomic core, metal framework clad in synthetic flesh Uplink intelligence, program consciousness, all systems complete Hear the engines roar Charging, burning The Obliterators Iron Gods of war Hunting, killing The Obliterators Feed, feed the machine. Feed the machine Feed, feed the machine. Feed the machine Like those who came before us Our memories turned to stone Will time preserve the remnants Of metal, ash, and bone?