Friends, guise onwards, and perceive a great planet awed.

Friends, be saddened that an era has ended; it ran.  

Friends, behold forward to the following works of God.

Brothers, now are the time of revolution and fraud.

Brothers, do not hesitate, for we have a great plan.

Brothers, pocket all hoarded for a time nigh its ends.

Sisters, let’s witness that concluding striking ballade.

Sisters, let’s prepare to forge a family and clan.

Sisters, let’s labor and dose those grand flames by will, God.

Machines, you who yet know men, are amazingly flawed.

Machines, you will stride that route mankind has not outran.

Machines, you will be our gloom that our path never ends.

Champions, for rage, your myth goes on, countless maraud.

Champions, for glory, you will transform a fine span.

For glory, a passion that led to a Machine God.

For rage, a tale that for legend lives and never ends.

By MID