Texty:
Saviour Machine Son Of The Rain

waste in its tortured remains Shelter the sane, shelter the sane, shelter the sane From the son of the rain Set the controls for the heart of the son

of the age, with an ancient desire, The embodiment of evil is risen from fire ... And the man of sins is revealed ... The son of perdition is marked

pain ride the train into the fire don't stand in the fire don't stand in the fire lord, what have they done denied the father denied the son lord, i