Space Is Their Grave

Empty thermographic orbitsMarching putrid squad of corpsesIron golems in slow motionRusty faces without emotionsTonight the skyFeasts with worms that crawl insideRaised from labsThe space is their graveSpeechless bodies now are marchingFrom the ground undeads are risingElectric caskets and frozen bonesNo conscience, no remorseUnclean and meanDrenched in plasma and gasolineRaised from labsThe space is their graveHunting their warm preysThe blood of living in cyber veinsDecaying creaturesCorroded featuresA dead soul lives in their cold circuitsAwake!From Mech-Beyond they cameAlive!Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!Deep space riders resurrectedPutrified in their cradlePulsar brains and voodoo nightsThe smell of rust is all aroundHunting their warm preysThe blood of living in cyber veinsDecaying creaturesCorroded featuresA dead soul lives in their cold circuitsAwake!From Mech-Beyond they comeAlive!Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!