Tech — Tidfall

The first breath they breathe So innocent with first glimpse

The re-circulation of mankind In the unknowing mind A fate filled with fragments of a never-ending dream Reborn programmed into a new industrial human With only one determination

Creator of sin Disorder prepares to rise As it is time to fill the future demise With malacious abomination

Created of sin a new world A new breed The new era of mankind is ready to consist

They came Their innocence's is no longer present The killer machines, the creatures which laid the old world in ruins

Now the only ones who walk this world