作词 : Anthony Cowley
作曲 : Anthony Cowley/Richard Allsopp
From the portents of a lost civilisation 
Swept away in the deluge 
silenced by the mire 
Comes our calling to meld flesh with machine 
To give beauty to what was obscene 
Exsanguinate the flock 
to strip away all humanity 
Given hearts of Damascus and thoughts bathed in lye 
With the grind of the wheel and the power of steel 
The Undying will take to the sky 

The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress 
As the darkening cloud gathers 

Like the black moth tethered to the sky (Clip my wings) 
And I’ll still refuse to die (Refuse to die) 

Breathe and become the mist 
Breathe and become the mist that hastens decay 

Relight the halls and feed on our ghosts 
Become the leech in the west and the king in the sand 
The children will run and we’ll blot out the sun 
As you toy with the God in the palm of your hand 

The beating of wings becomes the sound of progress 
As the darkening cloud gathers 

Granted the mandibles to peel away all impurities 
The plague on the wind will pave the road to hell 
With its noble intentions