The Sixth Sphere

Sister Skaði Wrenwinter - The Sixth Sphere
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00m00s__SaFaRexiAa_Sphere<>06
FaRexi work day with choir begin Va . In background sounds t steel ðð industry k Kh . Sky t methane Hco orange ðð forge fires k bellow Da . This is Machine Hell . That ticking in yr ears, tkTaTa tkTaTa, counting down every second? Ka . It·s microwaves Ha . Yu·ll get used to it La .

03m34s__#_Sphere<>06_Factory
The hollow beating on steel drums heralds the work day , a time of pouring molten steel, of arc welders spraying sparks in the soot-choked air . Somehow , we still sing . The bassy rolling of heavy soot clouds fills the air as far as the eye can see . The work is long, and hard, and gruelling , Vo .

07m06s__#_Sphere<>06_Fane<Flesh>
Work end, clock out . Life on the streets is busy as mining carts and trains carry passengers on rails left by their ancestors· ancestors . Each newt goes to its drawer in the hall of its cadre . Where is there to go when yu live on the factory grounds? Ku . The sky from every window is filled with burning and lament .

11m23s__#_Sphere<>06_Wasteland
Every space in Þrymheimr has been laid flat and paved over in steel a hundred times , and yet still the technician-priests carry huge spools of cable across vast wastelands , carefully checking every segment and connector . Factories go up in days and are left to ruin when exhausted . Then the ruins are built and left behind over and over again .

14m57s__#_Sphere<>06_City<Spires>
There are no stars on Þrymheimr , no constellations or glimmering jewels . Just the enormous steel rivets that hold up the massive girders that suspend the vast ceiling far overhead . There·s a whole other world on top of it , and another on top of that , and another after that . Should yu ever try to climb the great spires of recycled flesh and metal to get to the worlds above , unholy angels will laugh at yu every time yu fall .

19m55s__#_Sphere<>06_Ravine
And if yu finish the whole thing , yu can stay for choir . Rail is the way to go on FaRexi , the life-road that connects all the very very many torments that Machine Hell has to offer . On yr left , yu can see the ammunition factories that make the bullet magazines for our ghost arms . The train opens to an enormous ravine , where dark priests do wrong things to a primeval dragon .

23m17s__SaFaRexiAa_Sphere<>06
And every time yu fall ,
the angels will laugh at yu .

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