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... [x3]

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.