N.R.G.
Instruments of Destruction
Iron birds of fortuneAdrift above the skiesCloudy revelationsUnseen by naked eyesFlying tools of tormentWill penetrate the sphereErupt the rock of agesBringing final fearInstruments of destructionTools of foul playIt's a vile interruptionexistence drifts awayDoes it really matterWhen nothing really doesGrave eternal darknessWhen you're, drained of every ounceAnd when the nightmare's overThe final from the stormDust of all creationTo ashes we transformInstruments of destructionTools of foul playIt's a vile interruptionexistence drifts away
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