Primordial

I am cut from the cloth of Judas And have seen his face in mine The weathered hands that turn the pages Are scattered in the sun My ship has the blackest sails Yet no wind to drive like slaves You cannot see from shore That it casts no shadow upon th

We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your sons and daughters before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you've chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lo

The Calling - Primordial Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... 专辑:Burning Season 歌手:Primor