Dei Machina
Now he arises, down from the sky;
visage immortal, mind might have died,
afloat in the desolate desert of time.
However we see, justice is blind.
He carries on, we drown in fright,
we expect anger, hatred and might;
his fists raised, absence of mind;
we kneel down, "spare us tonight".
Smiting us down, ridding our pride,
is this a sign, soulless devine?
soulless devine.
