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