Sentinels

As the hammering of never ending gunshots Echoes in the distance Their presence will be known and feared by all The creation of a higher existence Concession for the future to make Remains will linger As we welcome a brand new age To feel so small, obsolete And bound to fall The march of sentinels has begun Eradication squad on the move Smoke blacking out the sun Wipe the slate clean for something new Putrid ashes blazing fire Abandoned and left behind Gone It's all gone Hear the thunder of mechanical footsteps Marching, with conviction Their presence is a promise of death to all The extinction of a minor existence A cleansing for the future to make Remains will linger As we welcome a brand new age To feel so small, weak And forced up against a wall The march of sentinels has begun Eradication squad on the move Smoke blacking out the sun Wipe the slate clean for something new In hindsight, everything else would seems so trivial Spawned from desire to reach beyond But no one's willing to accept their fault Come March with us, now take your place in line Our creator will falter