Guards Of Contagion

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