PRIMORDIAL [The Gathering Wilderness](2005)
End Of All Times (The Martyr's Fire)
Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture
And I said once before
That tune heals nothing
I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes
I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
Heels dug in the dirt
And the graves rabid stare
Waiting for one last struggle
If I have one (desire)
Mark my words
And gather your thoughts
Well these might be my last days
Because I am about to eclipse my sun
Collapse my star
Snuff out my flame
And reach into the void
Well these might well be my last days
But maybe, just maybe
I'll take you down with me Tags :PrimordialendofalltimesGatheringWildernessmetal
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 Tags :PrimordialEmpireFallstothenamelessdead
PRIMORDIAL [To The Nameless Dead](2007)
TRAITORS GATE
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But fragments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruit
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday's man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator Tags :PrimordialTraitorsGateToTheNamelessDeadmetal
Artist: Eluveitie
Song: Primordial Breath
Album: Slania
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Eluveitie is "Celtic pagan metal" - and it's
Helvetian, because Eluveitie just comes from
Helvetia. The main part of their tunes are
influenced by traditional Breton folk music
(Brittany was also Gaulish, like Helvetia
was).They're using mix of Gaulish and
Schwyyzerdüütsch 'coz there are still lot
of Gaulish words in it.
LYRIC
The calling wind on my face
Waving from the summoning of giants
That heals my soul
The virile fragrance of alpine tor
The blowing breath of this fold
That dreams me
Pervading every single nook of existence
Veidon anatlâ
Trireinos koilon monis pantos
Volevos kaion moricus
Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia
In litaviâ votno-ûrâ
Mê anatlô
Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos
[English translation:]
Mumbling breath
Flowing through the loins of my pain
Plashing at the havens
Of homeless sailors
Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds
shore
I breathe in
And touch the hand of the all-pervading
Laden with the burden of this life
The barque sails through endless waters
Deep and dark
Yet gestated pristinely and free
Escorting to the biding warmth
Of the womb
"I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets
to slaves
I am a guide a judge if you sow you will
labour" Tags :eluveitieslaniaprimordialbreathcelticblackvikingfolkmetal