My Iron heart will beat when yours is rust.
I take your Strength, your power, your lust.
By Iron Will alone I set my mind in motion.
Through endless storms of fervent devotion.
“From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disguted me. I crave the strength and certainty of steel. I aspire to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the kult vile master you call the Temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to safe you. But i'm already saved for a machine is eternal.”