Broken mountains and boiling seas,
heat-swept lands of silence.
Bunkers crumbling, holding life,
of how few remain.

Blasted lands and scorched earth,
nothing growing in desolate lands.
Animals slaughtered, vegitation burned,
nothing left living now.

War's end and peace made,
but what have we gained?

Earth is baked, ground is scored,
nothing lives here anymore.

Smoldering ruins of a once-grand city,
flashed upon a gunmetal sky.
Lightning strikes shatter boulders,
it's not safe in the open.

Twisted pieces of rust in view,
the machines that once ruled.
Took everything to bring them down,
now we're left to pay the price.

War's gone and life decimated,
have we learned at all?

Humanity is now in the stone age,
will our children live in fear?

All is gone,
all is lost.
All has been,
taken away.

Nothing here,
no hope left.
What have we,
left to live for?

Deep in caves and retreats,
survives what is left of mankind.
Ticking hot lands keep us in,
how long must we hide?

Water is polluted, food contaminated,
how can we survive this?
The very air is rarified,
Struggle to fight back.

Wasted away and picked clean,
left alone with the dying machines.

How can we have truely won,
when we won't survive the outcome?

Smoke rising from a hulk,
that was once a killing machine.
Gears grinding, logic clicking,
slowly plods the dying earth.

Chewed limbs and buckled skin,
metal messiah makes its' way.
Left alone with one purpose,
to destroy mankind...

When will it end?
When will it end?

Utter destruction,
left us for dead.

After the smoke clears,
and the fires die.

Who will be left,
with this horrible inheritance?



PROCESSING VISUAL FEED

Man hunts an elk, stalking him,
with a wooden spear in hand.
Does he know of his grandfather's weapons,
or of tools of wood and stone?

He hunts game to feed his family,
does he know he's being stalked?
Flesh and blood races for the kill,
metal body chasing after...



Long long time, the war's end,
bare bones of our peak.
Buildings crumple with age,
as road are overgrown.

Caves and stys we live in,
keep out most of the elements.
We hunt to eat, cloth, live,
but we're not top of the food chain.

Clans gather to make battle,
and enemy of old.
Rust metal glistens in the sun,
machines and man run as one.

Spears and clubs smash circuitry,
twisted metal arms that cut and flay.
Both live at a breaking point,
neither can repopulate.

Years pass, neither can strive,
work to nurse salted wounds.
Man looks up to the stars,
to the Gods he has forsaken.

Machines work in tangent,
though they don't have the numbers.
Can't repair their destroyed bodies,
they're the last of their kind.



All is lost
to these mighty titans.
When the gods wage a war,
nothing survives.

Flesh metal clash together,
forgot why they fight.
Will they ever be free of each other,
or relive Ragnorok?



All is gone for us,
all has been taken away.
Once we lived like kings,
now we're simplified.

Machines hunt in the night,
plotting for the attack.
They can't afford to lose one engine,
can't bring it back.

The sun sets on it's broken children,
tears it cannot cry.
No more things left to destroy us,
but we can always try.

Life is so difficult,
but we must make amends.
Absovle the sins of our ancestors,
fight to start again!

Again!

Again!

After the smoke clears,
another human life.
Another chance to renew,
Rebirth mankind......


End Game

11/04/2005