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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