Paroles de Instruments Of Destruction

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 vile interruption Existance drifts away Does it really matter When nothing really does Grave 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 vile interruption Existance drifts away