THE STORM PICTURESQUE LYRICS

1. Arrival

Having lost their world due to ignorance and abuse, an ancient alien race hopes to cultivate a species to
continue their legacy. Thus man was birthed, created in their image. The Creators watched closely as their
experiment flourished, hoping man would not repeat the mistakes of the past. Man, if proven worthy, was to
inherit the universe.

Present day.
The Observer records his findings.

Manufactured precisely; a species never seen before
Placed with a purpose upon the Earth in order to observe
Silently I've watched this destructive race tear itself apart
Monumental lack of progression
This viral strain must be contained
You will see eventually that you are not meant to be
You'll only have yourselves to blame once the sky comes crashing down
This is not the world we know
Monumental lack of progression
This is not the world we know
A viral strain that must be contained
The architects of this planet have been watching their production, unimpressed with its growth
Technology used not to advance but to destroy
This planet once radiant now an empty vessel directionless
This is not the world know
I will look to the sky only to watch hell fall
We'll leave you fractured
This mortal society constantly steps out of line breaking every expectation we've ever had from the beginning
The world is withered and worn by the life it supports
The sky's about to open up bringing down a storm like you wouldn't believe even once you have seen.
You were not meant to be
Your race has run its course
Your numbers will be void
All life will be erased
Survey complete
Planetary decay is worse than anticipated
Re-prioritise protocol accordingly
We must intercept before it's too late
Hell's awaiting my call to end it all
Your demise will descend from the sky

The Creators, bound for Earth, decide the fate of mankind.

2. By Design

A blinding light descends from the sky
The Creators of this world have arrived
A final judgment will be made
Through time and space, scanning the atmosphere through digital eyes
Creators: Observer, status report; what do you make of this life?
Observer: Your creation has failed to flourish. Initiate the cycle
Creators: What course of action do you imply?
Observer: Complete termination
This race is a waste. Eradicate and recreate
All life will be erased
The world stands still, holds its breath as contact is made
Salvation is reserved for no being of this earth
Forever shackled by ignorance
Concealed within set limitations and still constellations offer no solutions
Through time we find we are all the same by design
The arm of human technology incapable of ever reaching the stars
We are incapable of ever reaching the stars.
Incapable you are of ever reaching out and touching the stars
Looking to the sky won't bring you mercy now
Your unanswered pain will be finally answered
This vicious cycle will be brought to an end and the sun will set for the last time
The shackles have been broken but fate remains the same
And when all light fades from the earth you'll be left alone in the dark to truly face yourself
In the dark you will face yourself
Through time we find we are all the same by design

Having learnt of their fate, man reflects upon himself.

3. Observing Polarities

How did we become so disconnected?
How did we lose contact?
The nature of this destructive race tears the world in two with its hate
Constantly destroying what is not understood
How did we become so disconnected?
How did we lose contact?
Confined humankind within a web of lies
Open eyes will not save you now
Set the cycle in motion
Begin extraction
You are not deserving of this solar empire
Global reformation must take its place
Open eyes won't save you now
No amount of gravity will keep you bound to this earth
A race must be created to inherit the stars
Fragile links between our series of planetary networks are to be corrected
Designed to inherit the secrets of an endless galaxy
Evolution has failed us all
A self inflicted demise hangs over the heads of all humankind
The damaged link has been detected
All damaged connections are to be corrected
Systematic malfunction, all connections have collapsed
Atmospheric disturbance, all connections have failed
Transmissions amongst the static
The signal is lost

4. Sentinel

As we look to the stars for salvation we find that we are forever sinking deeper into depravity with the weight
of failure
We are lost souls in search of light
Open eyes, too little too late as we see ourselves as we've never seen before
We are everything that is lost
Our system cannot be reformed
Satellites fall from the sky
We watch the stars align
Fate tells us that we've all run out of time
Satellites fall from the sky as we watch the stars align
Satellites fall from the sky, the stars align and we are out of time
Detached from reality, we make an attempt to cease the clockwork
Constantly pushing our existential limitations
There are no exits, there's no escape and we're so fucking lost
As the Earth moves closer to the sun the oceans will swallow the sky
We sink deeper with the weight of our failure
One by one we pull strands from the web of life until it collapses upon itself
Lost in the illusional dream sphere for far too long
Living in a world built on regrets
As we look to the stars for salvation we find that we are forever sinking deeper into depravity with the weight
of failure
We are lost souls in search of light
Trapped by the suns eternal embrace
How low the depths have taken us
Let’s show the world we are the soldiers we were born to be.

The Creators summon their world destroying weapon. Lying dormant in the deepest shadows of space, the
machine is awoken.

5. Ghost

Locked in a perpetual hyper sleep
A constant state of dreaming
You cannot erase my memory
Nothing but a ghost within the machine
Systems online, resume operations
Upload mission directive
Calibrate infrared visuals
Again I am awoken
I am a weapon of global reformation
Ending life, mechanical and precise
Cold and calculated devastation
You will see the world burn before your eyes
Coordinates received; set course for Earth
Navigating the outer realm
Traversing solar flares
You will watch the world burn
Locked in perpetual hyper sleep
A constant state of dreaming
You will never be able to erase my memory
Locked in a celestial dance
Apparition of death, never known or seen
I am but a ghost in the machine
Your legacy will be removed
The silence rings throughout eternity
Trapped within an ever expanding universe, there is nowhere to hide
Drawn to the surface
Carrying the ghosts of worlds past
A mechanism of desolation
The only certainty is extinction
The balance must be kept
Widen the frequencies
The promised fourth dimensional shift is complete
I am no saviour
I am the harbinger of death hibernating in the vacant cold
Sights locked, target engaged, the restoration process will be complete
Your legacy will be removed
Trapped within an ever expanding universe, there is nowhere to hide
I am no saviour

Orphans to the stars, the Creators face certain extinction. Earth holds their only chance of salvation. No other
planet maintains such suitable conditions for the growth of life.

6. Tracing Lines

We are not of this world
We are the last of a dying breed
Consumed by an infinite darkness
We leave our universe in search of light
Orbiting the outer worlds
Standing on the edge of existence
We are the last of a dying breed
A search for life begins
Guided by constellations
We are forever reaching out to a universe that will not reach back
In search of life we find ourselves
In an infinite galaxy of stars this one world holds the key
In search of life we find ourselves
Remnants of an outer world seeking salvation on our own
Drifting through the endless abyss, we are alone
Time is wearing thin and our end is imminent
Changing fate has never been simple but we stand to prevail
Re-writing what was written in the stars has never been an easy task
We are all born of the stars
We are alone
In an infinite galaxy of stars this one world holds the key

Facing their imminent destruction, man prepares for war. As darkness approaches, wormholes appear in the
sky. Man makes their final stand.

7. 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.

8. Halflight

Deploy the machines
The sun is setting for the last time
The end of this day marks the end of mankind
This is no invasion
This is complete global devastation
Your day of judgement has arrived
No survivors, no prisoners
Not even the most advanced civilisation could have seen this coming
This is no invasion
A mechanical mass extraction
This attack must be precise and exact
Robotics system engineer
Activate carrier drones, arm all weapons
Initiate launch sequence
An interplanetary call to arms
In order to start new life a new world must be designed.
Next in line to the stars, you have failed
Your chemistry is not matched for this world
The human race never reached its potential
In the half light we embrace our predatory instincts
Charge the electromagnetic sensory pulse
Every inch of this earth will be scanned
Waves of light scatter across the surface
No life form will escape our sight
The sun is setting for the very last time
For the end of this day marks the end of mankind
We have returned to reclaim our world
We will reclaim our world

The Creators assess the damage. New life is made, the cycle starts again.

9. Departure

Suspended above the wasteland
Our mission accomplished
All life has been erased
Our masterpiece lies as a disaster beneath our feet
All systems restore and rebuild
Stabilise the Earth
Reconstruct all that was lost
Like a parasite they had clung to the world
Burrowed deep in the ground of the earth destroying all
Prepare new life for a final chance of survival
We must not fail
We have returned to the surface to claim this world
Through failure we gain a superior understanding of ourselves
A new world will be built upon the ashes
Imprinted projections of our own image
A reflection of self
Rectify the design
Implement perfection
All life has been erased
We must learn from our mistakes
All life has been erased
Manufactured precisely; a species never seen before
I was set upon this beautiful planet programmed to protect
Centuries slowly pass me and I watch the world forever changing
I have returned to reclaim this world







THE STORM PICTURESQUE LYRICS