Bolderok Naron şarkı sözleri

I compute therefore i am Is this thought of a mythical creature a real thought? Droids in the voids Selectors of the paradigm Bolderok Naron Its a deadly hope Wheels turn, Despair of iron hooks the body Limbs sore Dying till the end of time Droids in the voids Selectors of the paradigm Bolderok Naron