Iron horses burn the land Iron eagles attack The dogs of war, now are loose To devour through their pass
of fire, metal storm A roar of winds takes away our souls Carve my stone, carve my name To the hires of flesh Among the thorns I lay
...and I listen the symphony My last ode of ecstasy The orchestra plays dark melodies as I fall in endless sleep
When the wicked confunded, Doomed to of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded.
Low I kneel, with heart submission! See, like ashes my contrition! Help me in my last condition!
...and listen the war symphony My last ode of ecstasy The orchestra plays dark as I sink in bottomeless seas
\"Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum cinis: Gere curam mei finis\".
\"We are like certain rickety guitars Whenever the wind passes through, it sets Astir our verses and their dissonant sounds From the slack strings that dangle down Like watch chains
We like certain incredible antennae That with long finger reach into the void As on their tips infinite resounds But quickly they shall snap and trumble down\"