Steam'i Yükleyin
giriş
|
dil
简体中文 (Basitleştirilmiş Çince)
繁體中文 (Geleneksel Çince)
日本語 (Japonca)
한국어 (Korece)
ไทย (Tayca)
Български (Bulgarca)
Čeština (Çekçe)
Dansk (Danca)
Deutsch (Almanca)
English (İngilizce)
Español - España (İspanyolca - İspanya)
Español - Latinoamérica (İspanyolca - Latin Amerika)
Ελληνικά (Yunanca)
Français (Fransızca)
Italiano (İtalyanca)
Bahasa Indonesia (Endonezce)
Magyar (Macarca)
Nederlands (Hollandaca)
Norsk (Norveççe)
Polski (Lehçe)
Português (Portekizce - Portekiz)
Português - Brasil (Portekizce - Brezilya)
Română (Rumence)
Русский (Rusça)
Suomi (Fince)
Svenska (İsveççe)
Tiếng Việt (Vietnamca)
Українська (Ukraynaca)
Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin









Machines demand, they beg for more.
The belts coil tight, they twist, they spin,
The iron flows—don’t slow, begin.
The smokestacks rise, the furnaces glow,
Circuits hum with power’s flow.
The turrets click, the radars scan,
But something moves beyond your land.
The Biters creep, they sniff, they wait,
Their hunger swells, they bring your fate.
A thousand legs, a chittering tide,
The walls will hold—unless they slide.
Mart, oh Mart, you must expand,
Defend the steel with guiding hand.
One more drill, one more wall,
You can't escape Mart, the factory's call.