Empty thermographic orbits Marching putrid squad of corpses Iron golems in slow motion Rusty faces without emotions
Tonight the sky Feasts with worms that crawl inside
Raised from labs The space is their grave
Speechless bodies now are marching From the ground undeads are rising Electric caskets and frozen bones No conscience, no remorse
Unclean and mean Drenched in plasma and gasoline
Raised from labs The space is their grave
Hunting their warm preys The blood of living in cyber veins Decaying creatures Corroded features A dead soul lives in their cold circuits Awake! From Mech-Beyond they came Alive! Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!
Deep space riders resurrected Putrified in their cradle Pulsar brains and voodoo nights The smell of rust is all around
Hunting their warm preys The blood of living in cyber veins Decaying creatures Corroded features A dead soul lives in their cold circuits Awake! From Mech-Beyond they come Alive! Z-Ohm-bie! Z-Ohm-bie!