Primordial - The Song Of The Tomb lyrics

From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a gla** in your name For when the sun rise again To our d**hs like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time [Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga] [Music: MacUilliam and Primordial] ["Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man's life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood."]