Fossil Flames

Beneath the pressure of the primal deep Where we held the ocean

floor in ancient sleep Suddenly the quiet waters turn to fire As

the world we knew becomes a burning pyre (whoah)

Three hundred million years of armored grace But now we're staring down

the end of time and space

(yeah, watch it fall!)

Underneath the sulfur skies we crawl

Against the rising tide,

against the wall

Calcite armor cannot shield the heat As the great dying sounds the

final beat!

The Great Extinction turns the water gray

Our segmented kingdoms wash away

From the shallow reefs to the dark abyss We never thought the

end would feel like this

Underneath the sulfur skies we crawl

Against the rising tide,

against the wall

Calcite armor cannot shield the heat As the great dying sounds the

final beat! (oh, the final beat!)

Lost in the stone...

Left in the clay... (ahhhh)