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