Infinite Collector Lyrics

On a desolate world
Deprived of all vitality
Ancient machineries
Wake into our reality

They have slumbered through the aeons
For millions of Terran years
Entombed in stasis-crypts
The turning of the gears

The prismatic galleries
Winding chambers of collections
The recapture the events
Worthy of preservation

No sculptures in this exhibits
With precise chronology
Living being are transmutated
By arcane technology

Gears are turning
The infinite collector is stirring back to life

Waiting for the cosmos
To heal from the wounds
Of a long and bloody war
That the galaxy consumed

Now after sixty million years
He's freed to stride across the skies
Searching things to be preserved
And claim them as his prize

Few worlds willingly give up the things
The the collector looks for
Defending them from preservation
The greater purpose ignored

The unstoppable, undying legions are rising
Those things will be taken by force
The destruction of a planet, a city or a sector
Is only a matter of course

A matter of course