The Storm Picturesque - Written In The Stars

The march of machines disturbs the universal silence
Unidentified objects eclipse the sun and darkness swallows the earth
We watch the world connecting portals as they tear holes in the sky
We are the ones to blame
We must re-write the stars
Wormholes burn circles in our eyes
This is our home and we will not stand back and watch it burn
For the first time in history we must stand together
How did it come to this?
You cannot take it from us
We will not stand back and watch it burn
This world is ours
To be human is to be imperfect
To be perfect is to be inhuman
This world is ours
A new enemy has shown itself
We find we are not alone in this universe
Can you hear them in the distance?
Explosions in the sky light up the night
We watch as our fates collide
We feel a cold that we've never felt before
To be human is to be imperfect
To be perfect is to be inhuman
This world is ours

The machines arrive