In Medias Res

So it begins, the legend of the machines
Through us they'll power their primes
The heaven darkens from their blackened sphere
Flee to the sacred shrines
Automata has come to Corot
Feeding of our fears and flesh
Their light sears all that live
With cables and steel
We all tremble with fear for our lives
Try to see through their searing minds
I remember a simpler life
We've all come to an end