Тексты песен PRIMORDIAL

(Eternal Reap Sonnet I) Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of th

nd so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling t

I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower

Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I've given up the ghost Once and for all admitted d

Mairfнdh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhйite бrsa...Tб бr Бine fуs ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go sнoraн An rud a йirнonn уn gcrй Fillfidh sй arнs Tб na coillte sъilta a

Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream

What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind...a fallen one Wanderi

Her skin, so pale...shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and po

hafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon's face They shall Again Arise... Some thi

Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So mant seasons I've seen A heart as winter's cold... To melt in a summer'

And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads

Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors

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Funeral winds...caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such

Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name...my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone...remember me These years o

I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I've realised my dark dreams, father I have become...I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No ef