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 [bad word] or just words in a song 
 Is it hope, is it fear of forgone 
 I knight, am I lowly the pawn 
 Let it known at the sound of the gong 

 [bad word]  
 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 
 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 [bad word] and branded 
 I refuse the noose that I’m handed 
 My eulogy will read: 
 “To [bad word] 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 

 [bad word]