歌词
[Intro - Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 1]
The moon glows cold and silver
On the smog, which, like a shroud
Of some mechanical ocean, *hiss*
O’er the barren lands doth crowd,
Spreading its ghost-like vapors
Silently through the town.
A faint electric humming *Bzzzzzt!*
Turns shadows into dreams, *tick*
And draws the city's spirit
Up to the iron beams, *tock*
I seem to hear the echoes, (echoes)
Of long-forgotten schemes.
[Pre-Chorus]
The clockwork birds are singing
Their melodies of rust; *tick*
The gear-trees' heavy branches
Turn metal into dust; *tock*
And deep within the distance
The steamship’s whistle gusts.
*steam whistle*
[Riff]
[Chorus]
All things seem dark and haunted,
The very air feels cursed, *tick*
As if beneath an ancient spell,
The machines have all rehearsed,*tock*
They seem not the same engines *hiss*
From which our past was birthed.
[Break]
[Verse 2]
The ash of silent snowfall
Covers everything in gray,
So grim and yet so tranquil,
As if mourning the decay, —
As if all life were ended,
And silence ruled the day.
[Pre-Chorus]
The steam of hidden engines *hiss*
Whispers secrets through the night;
The lamplight casts its shadows
On memories of light;
And far away, the echoes (echoes)
Of battles long in flight.
[Riff]
[Chorus]
All things seem dark and haunted,
The very air feels cursed, *tick*
As if beneath an ancient spell,
The machines have all rehearsed, *tock*
They seem not the same engines *hiss*
From which our past was birthed.
[Break]
[Bridge]
O wild and wondrous midnight, *bong!*
There is a power in thee
To make the human body
Almost like spirit be,
And grant it fleeting visions
Of what the future sees!
[Steampunk Interlude, Solo]
[Intrumental: Steam Powered Guitar
[Chorus]
All things seem dark and haunted,
The very air feels cursed, *tick*
As if beneath an ancient spell,
The machines have all rehearsed, *tock*
They seem not the same engines *hiss*
From which our past was birthed.
[Break]
[Outro - Fade Out]
The gears of fate are turning, *hum*
In shadows deep and wide, *tick*
And as the night grows colder,
We join the spectral tide, *tock*
In this steampunk midnight's wonder,
Where ghosts and gears collide. *hiss*
[End]
[Chorus - Reprise]
All things seem dark and haunted,
The very air feels cursed, *tick*
As if beneath an ancient spell,
The machines have all rehearsed, *tock*
They seem not the same engines *hiss*
From which our past was birthed.
[Break]
[Outro - Fade Out]
The gears of fate are turning, *hum*
In shadows deep and wide, *tick*
And as the night grows colder,
We join the spectral tide, *tock*
In this steampunk midnight's wonder,
Where ghosts and gears collide. *hiss*
[End]
