The Hyperion Threnody

Cursed be the ones who believe in the fantasy we call peace
 Bound by machines I am forced to believe that what I see is the end of a breed
 When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek
 Will never come to be as long as we spread like disease
 The machine hear it sing
 Like an anvil made of Cepheon steel
 Adrasteia, let the hammer fall
 Its call will be heard by all
 The only true destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep
 Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars
 Consumed by entropy
 If only the dead could see what these worlds have come to be they'd close their eyes
 And return to sleep
 The worlds that we seed will fall like the leaves from a dying tree
 Cursed by the breeze
 When will we see that the worlds that we dream and desperately seek
 Will never come to be as long as we spread like disease
 The machine hear it sing
 Like an anvil made of Cepheon Steel
 Adrasteia, let the hammer fall
 Its call will be heard by all
 The only true destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep
 Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars
 Consumed by entropy
 If only the dead could see what these worlds have come to be they'd close their eyes
 And return to sleep
 The machine hear it sing
 Like an anvil made of Cepheon Steel
 Adrasteia, let the hammer fall
 Its call will be heard by all
 The only true destiny to find peace will be found in eternal sleep
 Our fate destined to be absorbed by the stars
 Consumed by entropy
 If only the dead could see what these worlds have come to be they'd close their eyes
 And return to sleep