Battle Hymn of the Terracrat

Let no dust settle and no temple stand

Let no rust meddle in the life of man

Let Earth be earth and taste the rain

Let human madness flood the vain

Accept no foreign pain

The clockwork death machine can no longer remain

We must walk alone in this land

The hands of the dead keep reaching for our souls

Disguised as a future so pleasant and bold

No lie can hide the terror they've caused

Now that their treason has gotten this far

There's no hope in the stars

We must set things right to cut this loss

Or else our story's told