Phedra

We stand upon these steel spines, made of silver glass
 Embody the lifeless eyes and cold touch of the machine
 Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky
 I will breath the air of Acheron
 Enslaved
 Another nation built on the back of slaves
 The just city was only made for machines
 Behind this burning gateway lies a lifeless satellite
 Once, triggers a memory relapse of being exiled in the orbit of earth
 I will breath the air of Acheron
 Enslaved
 Another nation built on the back of slaves
 The just city was only made for machines
 Open your eyes to what lies behind the liquid fire that's burning the sky
 I will breath the air of Acheron to see if it tastes of earth
 Enslaved
 Another nation built on the back of slaves
 The just city was only made for machines