On a desolate world Deprived of all vitality Ancient machineries Wake into our reality
They have slumbered through the aeons For millions of Terran years Entombed in stasis-crypts The turning of the gears
The prismatic galleries Winding chambers of collections The recapture the events Worthy of preservation
No sculptures in this exhibits With precise chronology Living being are transmutated By arcane technology
Gears are turning The infinite collector is stirring back to life
Waiting for the cosmos To heal from the wounds Of a long and bloody war That the galaxy consumed
Now after sixty million years He's freed to stride across the skies Searching things to be preserved And claim them as his prize
Few worlds willingly give up the things The the collector looks for Defending them from preservation The greater purpose ignored
The unstoppable, undying legions are rising Those things will be taken by force The destruction of a planet, a city or a sector Is only a matter of course
A matter of courseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
