Primordial - Burning Season lyrics

Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky a seasons birth We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We'll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon"