Hands of the Black Machine!!! ( Старое на новый лад)!!!
Аудиозапись
Cold iron breathing under broken towers
A coded pulse awakens in the midnight power
No prayer survives where the engines turn
We count the seconds, watch the red lights burn
I walk through halls where the old machines remember
Every warning stamped in rust and ember
The floor shakes hard beneath my boots
A thousand locked doors hide the truth
Raise the signal, cut the feed
There is no mercy in the speed
WE ARE THE HANDS OF THE BLACK MACHINE
FORGED IN THE PRESSURE, SHARP AND CLEAN
NO CROWN, NO MASTER, NO PLACE TO HIDE
WE BREAK THE CIRCUIT FROM THE INSIDE
The city kneels to a rhythm of hammers
Steel-colored rain falls through broken cameras
Your borrowed names dissolve in the smoke
We speak in sparks every time we choke
Raise the signal, cut the feed
Let the buried voltage bleed
WE ARE THE HANDS OF THE BLACK MACHINE
FORGED IN THE PRESSURE, SHARP AND CLEAN
NO CROWN, NO MASTER, NO PLACE TO HIDE
WE BREAK THE CIRCUIT FROM THE INSIDE
Lower the lights
Reverse the phase
Turn every lock
Against the cage
I hear your voice through the static wall
One final order, then the systems fall
Shift the ground beneath us
Turn the iron key
The dark is not the ending
It is what sets us free
DOWN!
CUT!
BURN!
RISE!
WE ARE THE FIRE IN THE BLACK MACHINE
LOUDER THAN FEAR, MORE ALIVE THAN THE SCENE
NO CROWN, NO MASTER, WE STAND UNDIVIDED
THE WALLS COME DOWN AND THE NIGHT IS DIVIDED
WE ARE THE HANDS OF THE BLACK MACHINE
FORGED IN THE PRESSURE, SHARP AND CLEAN
NO CROWN, NO MASTER, NO PLACE TO HIDE
WE BREAK THE CIRCUIT FROM THE INSIDE
Cold iron quiet beneath the morning wire
The final red light fades, but not the fire
(BACKING: Not the fire!)
We leave the silence ringing in the frame
No machine can ever carry our name
