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 power plays
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away

Whats 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 power plays
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Ward, Ernest Petrangelo, Steven Serpa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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