Paroles de Space Is Their Grave

Empty thermographic orbits Marching putrid squad of corpses Iron golems in slow motion Rusty faces without emotions Tonight the sky Feasts with worms that crawl inside Raised from labs The space is their grave Speechless bodies now are marching From the ground undeads are rising Electric caskets and frozen bones No conscience, no remorse Unclean and mean Drenched in plasma and gasoline Raised from labs The space is their grave Hunting their warm preys The blood of living in cyber veins Decaying creatures Corroded features A dead soul lives in their cold circuits Awake! From Mech-Beyond they came Alive! Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie! Deep space riders resurrected Putrified in their cradle Pulsar brains and voodoo nights The smell of rust is all around Hunting their warm preys The blood of living in cyber veins Decaying creatures Corroded features A dead soul lives in their cold circuits Awake! From Mech-Beyond they come Alive! Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!