Intro: When the sun fades out And the blackness shrouds And the wolves all howl And the stones fall loud When the fear is found And nightmares hound Will you drown in the plague that surrounds
Verse 1: Weight upon a point of pressure, watch as it implodes Wind upon a way of life, see how it erodes Seek inside a rose to find the wilting of a soul Seize a path unknown and then you’ll walk the world alone Now travel past the bones of prophets and warlords Past the empty thrones and treasures of gold hoards Past the vacant vaults of pharaohs that came before Beyond the crowns of kings once mighty and so adored And to the top of the ancient ziggurats To the pyramids and plots and the holy lands forgot And drop by a place where you can find a spot That can spot a panorama of the messages in crops Then stop, ponder if it serves to insight Does it shed a light on the Armageddon that’s in sight Can it aid or help excite the armies that march strong The battle to find calm that rattles the rage on Climb on in the race to belong Hang on in the face of the harm Move through with the pace of a charge And resist the alarm to embrace all the wrong Is it truth or just words in a song Is it hope, is it fear of forgone Am I knight, am I lowly the pawn Let it known at the sound of the gong
Chorus; This is Mayan times Revelation But I am not afraid And I won’t die today So pull me under I fear no thunder
Verse 2: Who knows why their stronghold couldn’t hold me at bay Why their strength couldn’t control me away Why the drive will not decline or decay Or why design will leave alive one today One to prey hard in a graveyard lay One to take charge in a Braveheart way A mournful mist to assist and portray The tears of grown men no pen will convey Without a leader to address or sway Our losses move under and cross the raw thunder Without an angel to embrace or save Our hope is fused into these stones that hold hundreds And I choose to stand Though I’m bruised and branded I refuse the noose that I’m handed My eulogy will read: “To Hell he’s been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin” Oh strange am I Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide Fools can find shade thinking fate is blind Their safety buys stakes for their purpose dies Though worthless lives are worth less lives My words revive and cry loud for the certain sign Till end of days sound and the earth is dry Know this is a farewell but it’s not goodbye
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Intro: When the sun fades out And the blackness shrouds And the wolves all howl And the stones fall loud When the fear is found And nightmares hound Will you drown in the plague that surrounds
Verse 1: Weight upon a point of pressure, watch as it implodes Wind upon a way of life, see how it erodes Seek inside a rose to find the wilting of a soul Seize a path unknown and then you’ll walk the world alone Now travel past the bones of prophets and warlords Past the empty thrones and treasures of gold hoards Past the vacant vaults of pharaohs that came before Beyond the crowns of kings once mighty and so adored And to the top of the ancient ziggurats To the pyramids and plots and the holy lands forgot And drop by a place where you can find a spot That can spot a panorama of the messages in crops Then stop, ponder if it serves to insight Does it shed a light on the Armageddon that’s in sight Can it aid or help excite the armies that march strong The battle to find calm that rattles the rage on Climb on in the race to belong Hang on in the face of the harm Move through with the pace of a charge And resist the alarm to embrace all the wrong Is it truth or just words in a song Is it hope, is it fear of forgone Am I knight, am I lowly the pawn Let it known at the sound of the gong
Chorus; This is Mayan times Revelation But I am not afraid And I won’t die today So pull me under I fear no thunder
Verse 2: Who knows why their stronghold couldn’t hold me at bay Why their strength couldn’t control me away Why the drive will not decline or decay Or why design will leave alive one today One to prey hard in a graveyard lay One to take charge in a Braveheart way A mournful mist to assist and portray The tears of grown men no pen will convey Without a leader to address or sway Our losses move under and cross the raw thunder Without an angel to embrace or save Our hope is fused into these stones that hold hundreds And I choose to stand Though I’m bruised and branded I refuse the noose that I’m handed My eulogy will read: “To Hell he’s been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin” Oh strange am I Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide Fools can find shade thinking fate is blind Their safety buys stakes for their purpose dies Though worthless lives are worth less lives My words revive and cry loud for the certain sign Till end of days sound and the earth is dry Know this is a farewell but it’s not goodbye
