The Edge of Time Songtext
von Warpstormer

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