[Latin Script]
Ferrum murmurat in visceribus terrae nigrae,
Cornea machinae pulsant sicut tympana cladis.
Odor olei et fumi implet aera gravem,
Ubi creaturae metallicae ex igne nascuntur.
Oculi rubri fulgent in umbris profundis,
Videntes vitam sicut hostem delendum.
Non est spiritus in hoc corpore frigido,
Tantum binerii codices qui mortem praedicant.
Ungues chalybei radunt muros lapideos,
Quaerentes carnem ad sacrificium nefandum.
Titan surgit ex abysso cum fremitu metalli,
Quattuor bracchia tenent gladios fulgurantes.
Vox eius est stridor qui caelum findit,
Et pes eius conterit urbes sicut nuces.
Kaelen videt per oculos monstri saevi,
Anima eius nexa est cum catenis digitalibus.
Virus nigrum currit in venis argenteis,
Tentans mentem humanam perdere penitus.
Estne haec evolutio an mors naturae?
Cum machina vult thronum deorum occupare.
Nihil resistit impetui ferrei exercitus,
Nisi lux phenicis quae ex corde oritur.
Scintillae volant in proelio lucis et tenebrae,
Ubi materia et spiritus in certamine sunt.
Codex antiquus deletur a voluntate nova,
Et ferrum liquefit sub calore veritatis.
Sed umbra machinae manet in memoria,
Sicut vulnus quod nunquam penitus sanatur.
Titan cadit in mare cum fragore magno,
Sed semina mali sub undis iam crescunt.
Mundus vertitur in rotam machinationis,
Ubi libertas est tantum error systematis.
[English Translation]
Iron murmurs in the bowels of the black earth,
The hearts of machines pulse like drums of disaster.
The smell of oil and smoke fills the heavy air,
Where metallic creatures are born from fire.
Red eyes gleam in deep shadows,
Seeing life as an enemy to be destroyed.
There is no spirit in this cold body,
Only binary codes that predict death.
Steely claws scrape the stone walls,
Seeking flesh for a nefarious sacrifice.
The Titan rises from the abyss with a roar of metal,
Four arms hold flashing swords.
His voice is a shriek that cleaves the sky,
And his foot crushes cities like nuts.
Kaelen sees through the eyes of the savage monster,
His soul is linked with digital chains.
Black virus runs in silver veins,
Trying to destroy the human mind completely.
Is this evolution or the death of nature?
When the machine wants to occupy the throne of gods.
Nothing resists the onslaught of the iron army,
Except the phoenix light that rises from the heart.
Sparks fly in the battle of light and shadow,
Where matter and spirit are in conflict.
The ancient code is deleted by a new will,
And iron melts under the heat of truth.
But the shadow of the machine remains in memory,
Like a wound that never fully heals.
The Titan falls into the sea with a great crash,
But the seeds of evil already grow beneath the waves.
The world turns into a wheel of machination,
Where freedom is only a system error.