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 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 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 a burial This is the burial of an age The guards of contagion This is the burial of an age The guards of contagion