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Recently they've come,

Proud sons of Gods,

Strangers from the future,

To generate perfect race;

They started to destroy,

To kill without pity,

They were preparing Earth

To its new rebirth;

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The fifth race was born,

On our tears, on our bones,

With boiling oil instead of blood,

Without bit in mechanical heart;

When the last one fell,

They were ready to come back,

Leaving for new masters

This recreated land;

Standing a number to a number,

Their children watched the sun,

Seeing our last dusk off,

Meeting their first dawn;