In a world of machines, we all bow down
Our lives are just cogs in a turning wheel
We march with souls sold to industrial warfare

We are the metal, the gears that grind!
Our bodies are numb but our minds are alive!

In a world of decay, we are the fire
Our screams are the music, our hearts the desire
We rise from the ashes of the old
Our voices echo as the story is told!

“Our voices will echo, through the dark of night”

In a world of machines, we all bow down
Our lives are just cogs in a turning wheel
We march with souls sold to industrial warfare

We are the metal, the gears that grind!
Our bodies are numb but our minds are...
We are the metal, the gears that grind
Our bodies are numb but our minds are...
We are the metal, the gears that grind
Our bodies are numb but our minds are alive!

Our hearts are the engines
We are the rebels, the non-compliant
Our screams are the anthem, the industrial storm!

The industrial storm!