This is a burial of an age



Of an age of unrest



Consider still each weakness; each bloodshed



Will, once cut from stone fell away



Fell away; put to test



Now bury me; To rise, to rise again



And in the wake of it all times churning



Who's left to save; what's left to save; who's left



The time has come to deliver hell through the beast of archangel



The time has come to deliver hell - defend the sacred ground



Do you remember the fire we're standing in?



This world bestows us the guards of contagion



Sold to the golden crown; false ways, false hopes intact



It's heresy



It's heresy



It's heresy



The time has come to deliver hell through the beast of archangel



The time has come to deliver hell – defend the sacred ground



Do you remember the fire we're standing in?



This world bestows us the guards of contagion



This is a burial of an age



This is the burial of an age



The guards of contagion