Dearest centaur, heart of gold
By eons of war you were foretold
All my people live and die
Underneath your watchful eye
Now as dust replaces space
The only stars left are your gaze
Your generous form will form my brethren
Reach now, like antennas to heaven
Dearest centaur, fists of steel
Crushing what we once called fields
Stomping on for centuries
Crush the Earth beneath your feet
Death has built you, now build death
The Earth will soon draw its final breath
Blood coats your new world like resin
Reach now, like antennas to heaven
Dearest centaur, mind of iron
You do not dream and do not desire
The world you have known is not truly the Earth
It is wilted and burnt and has lost all its worth
Unlike the others you have your own mind
You much alike to an animal who feeds off sanguine
Your soul must be real, so you need not question
Reach now, like antennas to heaven
Your love nourishes us and allows our succession
Your hatred destroys the sky we once breathed in
Your instincts guide you to continue oppression
You fight without end in a war without reason
You are both hope and death, like antennas to heaven









