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 foul play
It's a violent eruption existence drips away
What will 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
Dust of all creation to ashes we transform
Instruments of destruction tools of foul play
It's a violent eruption existence drips away
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