God of Steel and Gold

From the ashes of a thousand small wars Came the age of iron and pride They built them by the millions Until the ledgers ran dry One machine to rule a nation One cockpit to decide the sky Now the colonies and kingdoms Gather under a single lie Mass production is over The factories fall silent and cold Every government reaches for the stars And forges a single god of steel and gold They call it the final deterrent They call it the end of the age But the second the first reactor ignited The tournament was already staged