Mary Crowell — Acolytes of the Machine lyrics

Lyrics

Gauging the pluck point, there’s no going back
Hearing the chiff as I start my attack
Fingers, don’t shake as you dance on the keys
Those working bellows are counting on me
Pipes loom above me in glorious ranks
The wind chest is central—the reeds guard my flanks
Stops are before me—which one should I choose?
Should I choose wrongly the city will lose
Worlds crumble 'round me
I always knew
Music’s the only
Thing that is true, it’s true, it’s true
The Wolf comes to threaten our barony here
Seeking to rule us with hatred and fear
By burning our city he plans to repay
Slights cast upon him in song and in play
The storm looms above us, it’s promising doom
Death to the smallfolk and those who presume
To sing of the Hunter in ways that demean
Our only hope is this brilliant machine
Worlds crumble 'round me
I always knew
Music’s the only
Thing that is true, it’s true, it’s true
The Hunter has risen—the wolf’s at the door
Storms are upon us too loud to ignore
They came and got me to play the machine
I’ll play the organ, the Blonde Choir will sing
Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh
Feet march the pedal-board, fingers the swell
Music is heaven, but out there it’s hell
Flue pipes are singing in tones bright and clean
Praise for the acolytes of the machine
Pipes glow too lucent—the song’s in my soul
The warmth in my fingers so hard to control
The cadence is perfect—the moment is nigh
A great beam of light lances through the dark sky
Worlds crumble 'round me
I always knew
Music’s the only
Thing that is true, it’s true, it’s true…
Circuitry’s burning—the manual’s on fire
Singers are silent—no notes from the choir
No longer flesh, I’m a spirit serene…
Sacrificed gladly to this fine machine
Praise for the acolytes of the machine
Praise for the acolytes of the machine
Praise for the acolytes of the machine…