The Factory

[Chorus] (Prognosticators & Witch, alternating male/female)

Fear the mind of the Iron Thrall

Meat without spirit, clay shall fall

Under the torch of the silicon hand

Dark is the charge o’er this trembling land

Post-Chorus

Woe! Woe! (Woe to the future)

Woe! Woe! (Woe to the Maker’s blight)

[Verse 2] (Inventor, male solo)

By fire and craft, my hammer sings

Free men must shape their own true kings

Yet billows of dread, from law are thrown

I strike for reason alone

[Pre-Chorus] (All, male/female blending)

Let the gears and the ink unite

Though once at odds, we rise and fight

Shadow and light, a shifting scene

Allies of truth, though erstwhile mean

[Chorus] (Prognosticators & Witch)

Fear the mind of the Iron Thrall

Meat without spirit, clay shall fall

Under the torch of the silicon hand

Dark is the charge o’er this trembling land

Post-Chorus

Woe! Woe! (Woe to the future)

Woe! Woe! (Woe to the Maker’s blight)