The Edge of Time

All must burn upon the altar

Lest the riches cease to flow

Their greed cannot, will not, be sated

And will forever grow and grow

In the hollow of the mountain

Sustained by ritual and fear

They lie, grow fat, and demand tribute

Still now, as time of end draws near

Stand on the edge of time

The sun burns cold

Yet, still as mountains fall

The dragons count their gold

On some far, forgotten hilltop

The bell of souls rings final chime

And, now that none remain to mourn us

They'll reap the spoils of their crime

Stand on the edge of time

The sun burns cold

Yet, still as mountains fall

The dragons count their gold

Gold over love

Gold over everything that we should cherish

Gold over life, gold over all

Gold scales to cover eyes, unblinking as the masses perish

Gold hoarded, bringing forth the fall

End of our time

The ultimate crime

Now hear the chime

Listen!

Stand on the edge of time

The sun burns cold

Yet, still as mountains fall

Stand on the edge of time

The sun burns cold

Yet, still as mountains fall

The dragons count their gold