Antediluvian - Magic Circle

Primeval’s descendants of a thousand sires

Resign ip these knives in the wind

From industry’s fire

Endlessly spreading disease

I can hear them sowing

So illusory their motives… of devoted souls

Its a story seldom told

There the truth does lie

Let them give their blood for gold

The tides of change are drawing nigh

Oppressing labyrinth of a thousand pyres

Breathing fever from it’s wounds

Growing ever higher

On their knees the worker bees

I can hear them droning

Where there’s diamonds gazing down

Let me lay my bones

Its a story seldom told

There the truth does lie

Let them give their blood for gold

The tides of change are drawing nigh

And the interred pantheons call their offspring down

To reclaim their lost memories

Bow before forgotten crowns

Deep time rising

Apollo’s rays screen savage

Any hide they penetrate

Fur or flesh or armor

Tannin’s ascendance pervades now

Deep time rising.

Antediluvian