"The Divination Of Antiquity" lyrics

The 'great creation' had arrived
All before the Lord's made go
Of fires intense and over grounds
The heat of flame did roar!

The heavens burst, both strong and bright
The stars they all did fall
The sun turned dark to hue of blood
A casualty of war!

And all but worse, the moon the same
Gave light by night, shall now be still
And so the stars from high be strewn
Through tempest of the storms!

And through the wide ground loud be heard
A soaring trumpet's voice
On seven sides new winds shall fell
A crashing blow, to fearful might!

Shall agitate and still the world
With storm its breath shall fell
The dark creations made by they
Those wicked, whom folk tales tell

So we as men must all now learn
This cycle claiming blood
Our future must not be again
So stand as one, for we as one stand fall!