Since the Machine

Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
 There have been three types of men
 The low man (to) the high man
 The rending of the world into three great superstates
 Was long foretold in the halls of men
 A floating fortress guards the secrets of the ocean ways
 Fending the floodgates from the sword of truth
 Since the machine
 The meek and the low christen the kingdom's coming
 Building the great machines of war
 Men feed machines this century of the dark
 Coming of the hour of the kingdom of night
 Dies irae, dies illa
 Solvet saeclum
 Dies irae, dies illa
 Solvet saeclum in favilla
 The act of war, destruction
 Mankind cannot grow stronger
 Teste Orwell cum Sibylla
 Quantus tremor est futurus
 Keep the wheels of knowledge turning
 Power battles, power battles, highest hopes of men
 Smell horses' breath and the sweat for lies
 Three times I dreamt this verse; three times I cast my curse
 As was foretold in the halls of men
 Since the machine
 The low man (to) the high man
 Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
 There have been three types of men