Consumed By Silence / Ancestral Deceit

Unlocked, the mechanism's gears turn

in their graves of rust.

These ancient turbines

will breathe coal-thick darkness again.

The cryptic thing lurches forward,

a rhythm set in motion

amidst stillness and decay.

Those buried within its confines

have long-since been dust-swallowed,

withering amongst their inscriptions.

These beings engraved this mockery of science

deep within her flesh, the soil of earth.

Behind iron hide, the ghosts of their will remain.

This structure of a lesser cause

in making of a decadent vision.

Their will be served for the gears,

they turn once more.

How could but men build this?

Its cause consumes my whole

for it is unknown to me.

But this machine shall serve its purpose,

whatever that may be.

Whatever hell I summon

shall be wielded as my harbinger.

Devouring my self-worth

in make of a greater cause,

this thing shall be once more.

This legacy is ever mine

for by my ancestor's hand am I bound to its hull,

its frame.

This machine, my bloodline be