Iron horses burn the land eagles sky attack The dogs of war, now are loose To devour through their pass
Rain of fire, metal storm 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 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! me in 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, Flammis acribus addictis: Voca me benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi 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 strings that dangle down Like watch chains
We are like certain incredible That with long finger reach into the void As on their tips the infinite resounds But quickly they shall snap and trumble down\"