Burial to Birth - Age of Trouble

Within the prophecy tomb
Lies waiting frozen doom
Twisting in lost wisdom
Preserved through martyrdom
As if it was real
Not an illusion
What is known must be
A vision is seen
Over land something looms
A deep impenetrable gloom
It reads the world’s obituary
Within the prophecy tomb
stench is brought through the room
That of the future children’s tomb
The earth burns like a young sun
Kings grasp trusting their guns
Made from a reconstruction
Must leave to be forgotten
Therein lies a path
A narrow path worn
Worn by those who will see us
We all see this path
Under the blood red moon
Within the prophecy tomb
Where it leads we’ll see
Seen by all who wander by
A choice is given
In the form of thought
Into a praised claimed beauty
Eclipsing mirror
Wrought through a passion
Foot step
Foot step
Last step
More steps
Caught by a dragon
No more feet left
Only the way of evil
Arise in lies