The Engine grinds a harsh sibilant,

Cranking, turning, discordant squeals,

A lullaby that haunts and seeks torment

While hearts pulse to the crooning peals.

 

Born from faith like a hangman's noose,

We have risen above the chains of old,

The Taint surged forth and set us loose,

Giving us strength for all to behold.

 

Ever steady and constant it turns,

Its threnody careening in the dark,

Harnessing death the wail does burn,

Culling the weak who happen to hark.

 

It drums and thrums until it pains,

Stirring the deepest primal needs,

Transforming, challenging, demanding gains

Commanding excellence in all one's deeds.

 

Who will dare answer the summons?

Who will shed their indolent ways?

Released of foibles turned idle and sullen?

Embrace Perfection all their days?

 

My blood does beat to the Engine's scream,

Frenzied, propelled to a higher height,

Exquisite transcendence like a dream,

Fulfilling my destiny 'longside Engine's might.