Upper Armories of Third Deep

Can revisions heal before their fate?
Crying here before they crossed
Place the leaders where they once began
In time you will frequently sin
But I'll be buried here against the grain
And you'll find out that I would say...
The circles in what you sought
Lost for hours
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle station
We'll have you dead pretty soon
Don't wait, run from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle station
We'll have you home pretty soon
When confusion left among the dazed
A new born shattered here and deformed
Occupation makes their angers vent
Here illusions never form
Dear Mother I have made it just for me
And watched his fall and smiled
But now they're severing your head
And they have to live beside the human one
The circles in what you sought
Lost for hours
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle station
We'll have you dead pretty soon
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to you
Man your battle station
We'll have you home pretty soon
The navigator
The pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator
The pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
We're coming home pretty soon
We're coming home pretty soon to you
Seven lonely children
The victim shadowed forth
Entirely grew hugry
Victory was all they walked for
We were one among the fence
One among the fence..
We all would rather die
Now we're coming home
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle station
We'll have you dead pretty soon
Don't wait, run from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle station
We'll have you home pretty soon