Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes
Flying tools of torment
Will penetrate the sphere
 [bad word] the rock of ages
Bringing final fears

* [bad word] of [bad word] 
Tools of powerplays
It's a violent [bad word] 
Existence drips away

Does 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

* Repeat