Golden Age

He is a mountain of blood and stone
 With no peak and no end in sight
 An endless fountain turning dust to bone
 The sun and the moon in the night
 Like lightning and thunder He'll part the sky
 The wind and the waves He controls
 He owns the power to live or die
 He is the collector of souls
 Creator
 Word after word
 Page after page
 Golden age
 With just one breath He'll blow away
 The lies and deceit formed below
 He holds the earth and the Milky Way
 In the palm of His hands, don't you know?
 Creator
 Word after word
 Page after page
 Golden age
 You can see the signature written in the stars
 Look around, you don't have to look far
 Every cell and living thing is a work of art
 Painted perfectly with all His wisdom and all it imparts
 Creator
 Word after word
 Page after page
 Golden age