Orbit Culture - Corot lyrics

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 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 Deliver me from the machine The sorrows of man The fall from our grace Oh, let me lead them through searing and hellish 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