The stories behind Crowned and Quarantined

• Maybe the Old Machine Doesn't Need Saving — The fourth take of 'Crowned and Quarantined' argues that isolating an unpatchable device beats chasing an update that will never come.
• How Hospitals Actually Fence Off an Unpatchable Machine — The third take of 'Crowned and Quarantined' looks past the metaphor at what network segmentation for legacy devices really means.
• Inside the Cold Choir of 'Crowned and Quarantined' — The second take of our symphonic black metal hymn for an unpatchable machine, built on the contrast between a growled verse and a clean, wide chorus.
• Crowned and Quarantined: The Machine Too Old to Patch — A symphonic black metal hymn for the oldest device still on the floor, kept alive by fencing it off rather than fixing it.

Lyrics

The old ones still hop in the

flask

Now one day it comes

For the ancient throne

Its language died

With the ones who ruled it

To hold the past

To lead and to move

So we build a wall

And we let it grow

Proud and quarantined Too old to fall too

easily Proud and quarantined

A kingdom fenced off in the frost

It keeps the count of our lives in place

Older than half of the staff who

tamed it Cut its wires

From the white hole

Let the cold keep watch

Where the patch can fall

Grounded quarantine

Too old to fall, too needed to leave

Grounded quarantine A kingdom fenced off in

the frost

Every kingdom ends in ice or in

fire

We chose the ice, we chose to keep it slow

A throne that never learns a new tongue

Still ruling once more

Belong to war, to fall, to

lead and to lead

Crowned and quarantined The kingdom fenced off in the

fray

Still growing

Still quarreling