Great rumbling roar, oh maschine - massive beast, will you leap as you so wish to? Late sun through glass, evening golden, cold, yet your metal flank so panting hot, you ache for the distance you'll run...dear enviable master of steel and endless ground, as eager for the familiar as you were the first time, and I am breathless to feel your purring anticipation, idle need, clawing, pawing at tested ground, you'll leap when they let you, oh maschine, oh metal beast howling, your cry of glory singing through æternal atmosphere towards the sun, doh kayah let them let you.












