Testo Empire Falls Primordial
A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit
I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone
You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries
Whose silent words
Rise up in betrayal
We will rise up in betrayal
Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
Every empire falls
And the earth to ashes turn
The lands of my birth
Shall be my tomb
The are the lands, the lands of my birth
Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past
And when the sky should fall
The earth to ashes turn
Then you know they shall be my tomb
Where is the fighting man?
I am he
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories
2. Gallows Hymn
Sister, do not pray for me
There is no forgiveness here
Just the longest, darkest night
And my peoples end
Brother, many a crooked day we spent
Telling tales and making myths
Sharpening our tongues for the final fight
Yet doing little but growing old
I was never a religious man
So why should I put my faith in you?
You burned your bridges a long time ago
I'm a heathen, searching for his soul
'History is often dictated by faith. Putting the worlds to rights while it passes you by. Is there an honour in following your words to the bitter end despite being plagued with doubts?...'