Iron horses burn the land Iron eagles sky attack The dogs of now are To devour through their pass
Rain of fire, metal storm A roar of winds takes away our souls Carve my carve my name To the hires of flesh Among the thorns I lay
...and I listen the war symphony My last ode of ecstasy The orchestra plays dark as I fall in endless sleep
When the wicked are confunded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded.
Low I kneel, with submission! See, like ashes my contrition! me in my last condition!
...and I listen the war symphony My last ode of ecstasy The orchestra plays dark melodies as I in bottomeless seas
\"Confutatis maledictis, Flammis 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 sets Astir our verses and their sounds From the slack strings that dangle down Like watch chains
We are like certain incredible antennae That with long finger reach into the As on their tips the infinite resounds But quickly they shall snap and trumble down\"