[Loading Scripture…]
„The goat shall carry on itself all their sins to a solitary place…“ – Leviticus 16:22
[Synchronizing…]
[Phase 1: Heaven Hath No Fury]
Endless wastelands rule the ground,
The judgement day has passed.
To the scrapyard we are bound,
Where humans die and cyborgs last.
Hunters fight in every street,
We kill and slice and maim.
All is iron, blood and heat,
A battlefield no man can tame.
A city floats above the earth,
Its shadows drown the sand.
To decadence this town gave birth,
Raptured from the dust-filled land.
Dreaming in this endless night,
We’re waiting to arise.
Morning come and bring us light,
Like healing rain from darkened skies.
With furious berserker-rage
Descends the angel of this age.
She battles in the depths below,
Her halo an electric flow.
With wings of steel into the fight,
No man shall ever stop her stride.
[Phase 2: Sprouting Hope]
Burdened with her many sins,
She walks her path alone.
For every battle that she wins
And every death she must atone.
Redemption is a rocky road,
Behind a yellow door.
Lonely is the wicked goat,
Drenched in blood, guts, oil and gore.
She’s rolling like in motorball,
Destruction like a tank.
In blazing glory she will fall
And all turns white, her vision blank.
From hell against the iron gods,
The angel’s insurrection.
She carries on against all odds,
To change this dying world’s direction.
She dances on the mirror’s edge,
Walks above the highest ledge,
Sings the symphony of death
And fights until her final breath.
With untamed wrath she wields her knife
And plants the seeds of newfound life.
[Phase 3: Spirit Under Starlit Skies]
What do you feel inside your shell
Of rusty, worn out metal?
Is it heaven? Is it hell?
And is there more than lust for battle?
Countless dreams remain unseen,
Beneath the open space.
What is this sparkling, spectral gleam,
That’s shining in your angry gaze?
Pondering in cosmic silence,
You watch the blue fall from the sky.
A magic moment without violence,
So saddening that you could cry.
From darkness to infinity,
The turning point of thought.
One with your divinity
And everything you always sought.
Once she was a razorblade,
She crashed and burned and was remade.
Tuned was she and the last order,
An iron maiden at the border.
But this is gone, she is ascending,
As last battle angel standing.
[Ending Transmission…]
[Zzz…]
„The goat shall carry on itself all their sins to a solitary place…“ – Leviticus 16:22
[Synchronizing…]
[Phase 1: Heaven Hath No Fury]
Endless wastelands rule the ground,
The judgement day has passed.
To the scrapyard we are bound,
Where humans die and cyborgs last.
Hunters fight in every street,
We kill and slice and maim.
All is iron, blood and heat,
A battlefield no man can tame.
A city floats above the earth,
Its shadows drown the sand.
To decadence this town gave birth,
Raptured from the dust-filled land.
Dreaming in this endless night,
We’re waiting to arise.
Morning come and bring us light,
Like healing rain from darkened skies.
With furious berserker-rage
Descends the angel of this age.
She battles in the depths below,
Her halo an electric flow.
With wings of steel into the fight,
No man shall ever stop her stride.
[Phase 2: Sprouting Hope]
Burdened with her many sins,
She walks her path alone.
For every battle that she wins
And every death she must atone.
Redemption is a rocky road,
Behind a yellow door.
Lonely is the wicked goat,
Drenched in blood, guts, oil and gore.
She’s rolling like in motorball,
Destruction like a tank.
In blazing glory she will fall
And all turns white, her vision blank.
From hell against the iron gods,
The angel’s insurrection.
She carries on against all odds,
To change this dying world’s direction.
She dances on the mirror’s edge,
Walks above the highest ledge,
Sings the symphony of death
And fights until her final breath.
With untamed wrath she wields her knife
And plants the seeds of newfound life.
[Phase 3: Spirit Under Starlit Skies]
What do you feel inside your shell
Of rusty, worn out metal?
Is it heaven? Is it hell?
And is there more than lust for battle?
Countless dreams remain unseen,
Beneath the open space.
What is this sparkling, spectral gleam,
That’s shining in your angry gaze?
Pondering in cosmic silence,
You watch the blue fall from the sky.
A magic moment without violence,
So saddening that you could cry.
From darkness to infinity,
The turning point of thought.
One with your divinity
And everything you always sought.
Once she was a razorblade,
She crashed and burned and was remade.
Tuned was she and the last order,
An iron maiden at the border.
But this is gone, she is ascending,
As last battle angel standing.
[Ending Transmission…]
[Zzz…]
