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Clanking plating

Steaming grating

Cold Steel Machine constructed

The thing is not abating

Heavy iron arm, with a fist, with a plan

Guided by its circuitboard, agenda of the end

Apathy combined with metal, grease and gears

Structure is a wall of spikes and hammers and treads

Grinding, crashing

Turrets flashing

Cold Steel Machine revenge scheme

The thing is hammer smashing, it was made for this

War, death, obsessions of the man-mind

Victims of the verdict are doomed

Ten ton automaton goliath

Gripping at the earth in its ruin

Slow shift, the sentinel judges

And turns upon its axles once more

Ash cloud, a final recognition

A medal for the engine of gore

Destined, defeated, they all stand and die

Continents are ready to take

Horizon is hazy, a caul of corruption

Cities turned to dust in its wake

It rolls on