Magic Circle - Antediluvian

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.