PRIMORDIAL LYRICS

1. Nail Their Tongues

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: MacUilliam and Primordial]

If you are the son of Adam
Then I am the rock of Cain
To your Abel

To cast the tone of sin
In your arms
And bring a poison chalice to the table

Oh Luther did you know you were able
to piece the tongues of liars
The gospel of ruin from the heretics age
Strait from the mouth of fire

A lone martyr on the hill of perdition
Broken flesh that many traitors confess
A document in the blood of sedition
Blasphemed lead from the printers press

Oh Luther did you know you were able
to piece the tongues of liars
The gospel of ruin from the heretics age
Strait from the mouth of fire

This papacy of devout
Stinking eye to heaven
Oh death were is thy sting
Oh grief were is thy victory
Oh light you are a shining pawn
Oh Lucifer did you know did you see

2. To Hell Or The Hangman

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: MacUIlliam and Primordial]

I see it you in you glance
That you want him
How can I make peace
With this truth?
The truth is this man
He brings out all the lust
and guilt deep within
I'll stand in Hell and say
no same witness in this
town needed proof

Send me to Hell
Or to the gallows
She belongs to the Devil
What could I do?

De you know what it is to lose?
To be the other man
Who stood go chance
To wake in the yearning to black defeat
Waiting in the wings

Send me to Hell
Or to the gallows

I will have his life for this
and I know that I will pay
With the blood of all my young life
but Gabriel what can't you see?
What am I to do?

Cuir gohlfreaing mé
no cuir chun crochta mé
Is leis an Diabhal I,
Cad a Jhéadfaing a dthéanand

I was never one for salvation
Now clid I seek you redemption
So I'll do what i have to do
to see out the day
Blood in streams mixed with rain
Damn you love and damn your lies
and now I'll hang by my father's hand
In the square where your first glance
left my heart in despair

3. Where Lie The Gods

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: O Floinn and Primordial]

What desolate walls are these
That rise up from the ruins
Hymns to a forgotten age
in centuries of strong sleep
What seiges, storms and fire
have they resisted in the deep

Where lie the tomb of Gods
Tongues of the occident
Their magic is hidden in shame
Resting entombed within these ancient halls

Thou, Sail on, O' ship of fate
Sail on so strong and great
Humanity with all it's fears
With all the hopes of future years
is hanging breathless on thy fate

Where lie the Gods of old
men and women who jell from peace
The battle has carved another season
on a haggard and defeated jade

4. Exile Amongst The Ruins

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: Macuilliam and Primordial]

The old enemies are dead and long gone, my friend
You are like the boy who cried wolf
A voice buried in another decade's fears

And those songs you sang, to what end?

We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history, without nation
And without names

How you silenced with joy the words of noble men
Tear down the statues and burn the books
Strike their deeds from history
And turn the clocks to naught
And let year zero begin on my watch

We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history, without nation
And without names

Remember when I said war was coming?
You hear the engines grinding fast
Express growing louder
We are grinding louder

Pray for me
You pray on your deathbed
You pray for me

We are exiled among the ruins
And we are ghosts among the ruins
Without history, without nations
Without names, without a future

We are the ghosts among the ruins
Without history, without a future

5. Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: O Floinn and Primordial]

Make no mistake
The arrow I've drawn is for you
I've been slaspening it's point
My whole life and my aim is true
They say the war is lost
But this battle you will lose

Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We knew the war was lost
And sang every empire fell

There's thunder in our hearts
But too much hate for the ones we love
All against all, from such wounds
We seed mighty oaks
No ocean too vast or conquest small
To met the blade of tyranny

Your foolish heart
It poisons the well
We celebrate the final days
And see you all in hell

6. Stolen Years

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: MacUilliam and Primordial]

How many lies would
We have to live
Before we escape the hands
The hands of time
That stole our best years
Where the decades might
Breathe a little less
A little less of the
Night

Step bravely out into
The city lights tonight
Sweet blood is coursing
Through our veins
Darkness it pulls so tight
Around us
Antidotes to all
Our years of pain

7. Sunken Lungs

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: MacUilliam and Primordial]

What breath it takes the tide
Is it from your sunken hollow lungs
That the bones may gather at the depths
An organ for the ghastly of songs
A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea

Whisper on white tongues of foam
To me of days I've lost to the night
And the heart of darkness that draws us so tight

Haggard and bent old crow
Keens to the crone
What do the drowned say?
Who man our ships as ghosts
And bend our knees to pray
For a silent and watery grave

8. Last Call

[Lyrics: AA Nemtheanga, music: Macuilliam and Primordial]

Awake in another city at 5 am
The breath of day upon my neck
Coveting the hours before I wake
Another me from his sleep
To give back the things I take

How hard we tried to tear this world down
Mu duty was to futility
The unwilling hand of beauty
Which left us seeking negativity

We were seeking ruin
Out on the outskirts of another dead end town
Trying to find some truth in the maze

The lines on our faces grow deeper
So step up to the gallows and hand me
Out to try one last time

What do we do to save ourselves
Who can reach out to save us?
We made our bed and let it lie
And to think all we did
Was waiting around to die
The powder hurts us but we still try
To lie to ourselves finding reasons why
We try to find reasons why

10. Dark Horse On The Wind

[Limited Edition Track]

All those who died for liberty have heard the eagle scream
All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on earth more broken dreams you'll find

The flames leapt high, reached to the sky 'til they seared a nation's soul
In the ashes of our broken dreams we've lost sight of our goal
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
And help our hearts seek Róisín, our soul again to find

Now charlatans wear dead men's shoes, aye and rattle dead men's bones
'Ere the dust has settled on their tombs, they've sold the very stones
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For in no nation on the earth more Pharisees you'll find

In grief and hate our motherland her dragon's teeth has sown
Now the warriors spring from the earth to maim and kill their own
Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind
For the one-eyed Balor still reigns king in our nation of the blind

11. The Foggy Dew

[Limited Edition Track]

As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.







PRIMORDIAL LYRICS