As my knees lie in a puddle of my own blood
 My lifespan is nearly exhausted 
Hear my last words and feel haunted 
This is the dusk of a path in solitude
My consciousness was triggered by the death 
of the previous owner of my land 
Our society prohibits contact with another 
Only one shall live in each of our domains
You are the only one 
I've ever let in
 Against the laws 
to satisfy my curiosity 
I only wanted to meet another living being 
Did I foresee what it meant for me?
My servants are made of steel
 I was never disagreed 
Trespassing is your end
My consciousness was triggered by the death
 of the previous owner of my land 
Our society prohibits contact with another 
Only one shall live in each of our domains

No way of escaping the loneliness 
I live in
 But my dusk means I am free

My servants are made of steel
 I was never disagreed 
Ruling a land inherited 
Trespassing is your end

Never I met another living soul 
My existence never had a goal
I'm truly sorry for what I have done
 I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving
 Had to prevent this from happening 
Or again I will live in hell alone
Without regrets I am gone I greet my end 
As for eternity I'll remember

No way of escaping the loneliness I live in
 But my dusk means I am free
No way of escaping the loneliness I live in
 But my dusk means I am free

No

 Now my descendent will awake
 And step in this hell 
Without regrets I am gone 
I greet my end

Conceived in a laboratory 
Like all of my spacer ancestry
 Born to satisfy a bigotry 
A continuous useless technocracy
Born to satisfy a bigotry
 A continuous useless technocracy
Born to satisfy a bigotry 
A continuous useless technocracy

Only one shall live on

Cybernetic life / Auroran dusk

Shadow rises, upon terminus
A wave of fear, spreads on the foundation
Worlds collapses, combatants lost courage
The dark prince, will rule us all !

He controls your emotions
Raises your deep daemons
You can't resist his hold
He possesses your soul
Controls your emotions
Raises your deep daemons
All fear... the Mule

Voyaging through the void
Conquering the unknown
The Foundation slowly devoid
The Mule marches to the throne

No one will, stand in his way
His darkness, corrupts the hearts of men
The old kingdoms, have already fallen
The battle cry, roars upon terminus

He controls your emotions
Raises your deep daemons
You can't resist his hold
He possesses your soul
Controls your emotions
Raises your deep daemons
All fear... the Mule

Progression,
Suddently Halts
Hope rises,
at last!

Distracted by his own feelings
In a twisted irony the Mule is taken down
Defeated by a mysterious enemy
Out of his relentless search he's back with apathy

The Mule

Awaking to a scream
Realizing it is mine
The horror was a dream
Pain scorches my forearm

I feel the cold stone

Darkness, darkness, never-ending darkness
Darkness, darkness, never-ending darkness!

I have no recollection on how I got here
But it feels like it could be ages

I cannot see anything, in the unfathomed darkness
Caressing the stones, trying to map the area

Cannot visualize what surrounds me
Terror slowly overwhelms me
Hidious visions, Heart races
I cannot control my imagination

Pain, Pain, in my chest, it feels like I'm being stabbed
My body reached its limits
I am falling into unconsciousness.

Darkness, darkness, never-ending darkness
Darkness, darkness, never-ending darkness!

Dweller

What can I interest you in?
Is there a way to service your needs?
It won't be long until I find
What makes you mine

After all, do you need a government elected
If you are fed and your consumption needs met
There won't be police brutality
As long as you keep working and buying
But don't you dare standing in our way
The merchants will silence you away

The price to pay will seem quite fair
At the end of the day you are my prey
Don't be scared, All I need is your money

My dominion, The Foundation
Bribed my way on, To the seat I'm on

What can I interest you in?
Is there a way to service your needs?
It won't be long until I find
What makes you mine

Blinded by greed, Tyrany of the rich
Consumed by power, Madness seize control
Corporations alientate, Men bow to the law of demand
We Hate You When You Think.
Just Work Hard and Buy Yourself a drink

The price to pay will seem quite fair
At the end of the day you are my prey
Don't be scared, All I need is your money


The Merchant Prince

It's a song we've been working on lately, it still lacks a proper mixing for demo grade

Lyrics: 
Sigh under the southern twins
Green moons of the ancient ones
Spirits unraveling web of destiny
Calling through prisms of my dreams

Reaping the fabric of the universe
My consciousness travels on
Streams of space and time
Finally reached my epiphany

Found myself praying for an end
Eyes closed but still seeing
Atrocities from another place
Or is it from another moment?

Embracing my new identity
Tidal winds emerges the foam
Light shadowing a future past
Muffled screams breaking apart

Visions starts gaining intensity
Vivid pictures scratches my mind
Horrid faces distorted shout
Shadow hands pulls me inside

Further the nightmare builds
Senseless pulses of senses
Folly, did I left my body
For this Ill shapeless being

Found myself praying for an end
Eyes closed but still seeing
Atrocities from another place
Or is it from another moment?

Found myself praying for an end
Eyes closed but still seeing
Atrocities from another place
Or is it from another moment?

Another Moment

Lines of fire in the sky 
A pulse of anger bursting 
Voices unite in one outcry
 Blasphemy will be punished

Crimson light glows around the king's palace 
Rage at last flows unbreakable 
Mutiny and anarchy is a the doors of nobility

Priests of technology  Revealed his foolishness

Now it's time for rebellion on Anacreon
 Our masters will not dictate our religion
 United we stand  as sons of Anacreon
 We'll battle to save the Foundation

A call to arms, the mob surrounds the building
 Sirens screaming, gruards preparing
What's wrong with the citizens we face
 I, king of Anacreon will tame this farce

Terminus will taste the extent of my wrath
 The imperial cruiser they repared for me
 It's the very tool of their demise,
 fake preists will die by my hands

Now it's time for rebellion on Anacreon
 Our masters will not dictate our religion
 United we stand  as sons of Anacreon
 We'll battle to save the Foundation

The mob will realize the scam and bow again
 I, king of Anacreaon, will reign.

Mutiny, the crew could not accept damnation 
Fury, the mob enters the palace 

The mayor, he stands, in front of me
 Imbecile, now you die!

The Acolyts