Antiquity Of The Golden Age

Anatomy burns where the fowl bones mend
From anarchy, henceforth the revolution begins
Antiquity of the golden age
Captured by the valley sage

Unconcerned with apathy
There is no sign of sympathy
There is no heart filled with empathy here
Even thou the end is near

I hold no doubt or harbour fear
From within this rustic cage I shed no tears

That stabs at thee upon this night
Beneath the moons majestic light
Behold the stars that burn so bright
For are there signs they harbour life

By savage claw and stabbing knives
Behold the hand that bore this burden upon this land
By foolish words spoken with frivolous tongue
Beneath the light of yon golden sun

That snatches life from before your eyes
Behold the blade of steel
That drives us forward, within it's wheel

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