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Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes
And 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 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
Instruments of Destruction
Tools of powerplays
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
Instruments of Destruction
Tools of powerplays
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
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