Maid of Metal Lyrics


Cold to the warm mortal flesh.

Never near death.

Born in the flames - man's mechanical race.

Steel slaves in hand.

Bloodless army at your command.

Weapons and mules!

Human life - they consume.

Cold to the warm mortal flesh.

Never near death.

Immortalized in sunthetic life.

Scorched the earth.

Only they will survive.

Built to serve.

After life, they preserve.

Black oil spills into the sea.

Air too thick to breathe.

Our race can't be redeemed.

The planet belongs to machines!