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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 drifts away

What's it really matter

When nothing really counts

Grave eternal darkness

When 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 drifts away

Instruments of destruction

Tools of foul play

It's a violent eruption

Existence drifts away

Instruments of destruction

Tools of foul play

It's a violent eruption

Existence drifts away

Instruments of destruction

Tools of foul play

It's a violent eruption

Existence drifts away

Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh!

Oh!