| We stand upon these steel spines, made of silver glass. | |
| Embody the lifeless eyes and cold touch of the machine. | |
| Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky. | |
| I will breath the air of Acheron. | |
| Enslaved. | |
| Another nation built on the back of slaves. | |
| The just city was only made for machines. | |
| Behind this burning gateway lies a lifeless satellite. | |
| Once, triggers a memory relapse of being exiled in the orbit of earth. | |
| I will breath the air of Acheron. | |
| Enslaved. | |
| Another nation built on the back of slaves. | |
| The just city was only made for machines. | |
| Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky. | |
| I will breath the air of Acheron to see if it tastes of earth. | |
| Enslaved. | |
| Another nation built on the back of slaves. | |
| The just city was only made for machines. |