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