Instruments of Destruction Lyrics

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
existence 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
existence drifts away