N.R.G. - Instruments of Destruction
Iron birds of fortuneAdrift 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
To dust of all creation
To ashes we transform
Instruments of destruction
Tools of foul play
It's a vile interruption
Existence drifts away
Written by:
Ernest Petrangelo, Robin Ward, Steven Serpa
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