Canticle of the Turning Wheel

[Intro] Aman-tare. Sen-ta-ri-ya. Vola-tuum. Enya-sa. [Verse 1] The gyroscope demands a heavy sacrifice of stone A quiet revolution in the marrow of the bone We worship the velocity, we bow before the spin And wait for the spectacular destruction to begin The artificial gravity is pressing on the lung A mechanical translation of a song we never sung The axis of the cylinder is grinding in the deep A lullaby of friction for the passengers asleep [Chorus] Turn the wheel of the titanium sky! Watch the celestial architecture die! We are caught inside the centrifuge of fate! A mathematical and horrifying state! (Asha-tuum! Meya-sol!) The engine burns the remnants of the soul! (Enya-sa! Vokta-ren!) The turning of the heavy wheel again! [Verse 2] The atmospheric scrubbers hum a terrifying hymn A quiet ventilation on the planetary rim We offer up the oxygen, we offer up the rust To satisfy the turning of the universal dust The vacuum is a predator that waits outside the hull A magnificent emptiness, silent and dull [Chorus] Turn the wheel of the titanium sky! Watch the celestial architecture die! We are caught inside the centrifuge of fate! A mathematical and horrifying state! (Asha-tuum! Meya-sol!) The engine burns the remnants of the soul! (Enya-sa! Vokta-ren!) The turning of the heavy wheel again! Sen-ta-ri-ya.