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
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