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The skyline looms, a warning of the past

Where ancients' tech is buried, waiting to be cast

Beasts made of metal, waiting to breathe

A threat to the modern world, an impending wreathe

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns

With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns

The rain beats down, a drumming of the end

The winds howl a chorus, of a tale to be penned

A story of the ancients, their gift from the north

A legacy of war, a destructive force

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns

With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns

Forgotten knowledge, unleashed by a roar

The power of the ancients, unlocked forever more

The northern skies aglow, with the fire of the past

The ultimate destruction, that nothing can outlast

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns

With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns

Their engines of death, the harbingers of war

Feared by all below, machines start to roar