Iron birds of fortune

Adrift above the skies

Cloudy revelations

Unseen by naked eyes

Flying tools of torment

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

Grave eternal darkeness

When drained of every ounce

And when the nightmare's over

The final from the storm

Dust of all creation

To ashes we transform



* Repeat