Corot

By break of day the fields transformed
 A feral roar from the depths of old
 Iron canons rose before me
 Heavens burned with their flame
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 Deliver me from the machine, the sorrows of man
 The fall from our grace
 Oh, let me lead them through searing and hell
 Burning at last
 By break of day the fields transformed
 The heaven's red from the blaze of gods
 Iron canons stood before me
 Heavens burned with their flame
 Let it rain
 Rip the earth asunder
 Razed to destruction
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 Deliver me from the machine, the sorrows of man
 The fall from our grace
 Oh, let me lead them through searing and hell
 Burning at last
 By break of day the fields transformed
 A certain doom for organic life
 Iron canons stood before me
 Corot was ablaze
 I'll descend into their sphere to take their light
 I resemble rage and ice, torment and their fears
 Let them know