Iron Giant

Iron colossus slowly we are dying

The ghosts of our past are now here

Used to kill our Mother who saw us born

And now forgotten for eternity

We destroy your lives

We poisoned your future

We are at your pictures

Extraordinary and frightful figure

That the landscape takes at nightfall

What the author sees would have seemed

To Virgil the Tartarus and to Dante Hell

A frightening candlestick

Eighty feet high

And throws on the rocks

Which flames in the landscape

Forest and ravines

Sinister reverberations

Iron Giant

Iron Giant

Now asleep in coldness

No errant souls

Iron cathedral

Abandoned by our creators

A long and deep sigh

Coming from our skeleton

We wait patiently

For the returns of our masters

Iron Giant

Iron Giant