Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes
Flying tools of torments
Will penetrate the sphere
Erupt the rock of ages
Bringing final fear
* Instruments of destruction
Tools of powerplays
It`s a violent eruption
Existence drips away
What it really matter
When nothing really counts
Brave eternal darkness
When you`re drained of every ounce
And when the nightmare`s over
The final from the storm
To dust of all creation
To ashes we transform
* Repeat
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