Songtexte Deep Sky Wonder - Fyrce Muons

It is night below
It is always night below
Deep massive caverns carved by centuries of labor
Out of the precious rock which gives up its' steam to replenish the harsh air above
Countless stock backed rabble live and toil in this artificial world
Towering mounds of machinery nestle in every corner, connected by a maze of pipes and tunnels
It is shift change now. In these depths the rabble gather and demand a return to the surface
Heavy armored androids dance as they oversee the restless tribes
Our heroes have made an appearance and the Oracle who hides in the wings will issue a dire warning

There are no stars when heaven ends just fathoms above you
The blinding pressure of this mantle comes not just from above
But from all sides it give no quarter
And so we live life as an insect in a crowded dream

Heavy a burden we work
Under the rope of passion
Strength of mind are men who speak
Trouble the cause of motion
Take the light and make it weak

Apollo is creeping there
Contagious among the sins
Oppose another evening in here
Starless night for lands

Breathe again the scabbard reigns
Bring us light that justice comes

Battered wounds and humble dreams
They haven't seen a memory
Down in hole this tired face
Rest assured they'll have their place
Cutting down the insect swell
Open up and see my flame
Sacrifice the angry beast
Soon enough you'll breathe my name

Going down to seize them

Tartarus is living here
The fires to drive the damned
Oppose another evening in here
Blood let night for land

The world of air

Strength of hands to raise the gate
Swell the angry animal
Forced down to see your wake
Night of the hidden day
Force of arms the heathen's poke
Use the Sun to break beliefs that live within their walls
Planted there by sycophants' inebriated balls

The minds of men do not need hammers to forge them
They seek the sky and everything it promises
We do not need nor do we want that treasure after death
So tip the scales with strength and we shall have it either way
A new blood is hunting in this sinewed belly
Soon we see the anger of a new found freedom
Rising above the shell of the curfew
To take back the air which they themselves keep alive

Whisper to a shout, a tremor's desire
The building together of a new life
Here, now, to tear apart the message of the spoils
To feel alive, to feel the heat of a final struggle

Our enemies are tenacious rats clinging to their flotsam
And the oracle, with his feckless crews and flattering gods grip tightly the superstition of fearful men

And something is different in the bunker
There is a cold and silent rise in activity
A purpose, a means, and now I fear a plan
If I'm careful and I know to hover
I know a way to slip the bones from underneath this frock