Craft & Decay: a mother’s sacrifice

A mothers love, a solemn vow

The matron of the maxim mechanica

“No matter how many, no matter how dear”

This hymn is composed with bolts

The circuits symphony, their fates charted

In reverence to the mechanical glow

She offers them all to the god above

No other mother comes close to compare

She surrenders her brood, hollow and grim

Fuel for the gears embrace

Her language of love, the machine above all

In silence, we learn, in metal, we pray