Primordial - Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Markus Endres
WHERE GREATER MEN HAVE FALLEN
For those who buried their sons
under bone white crosses
For those who saw their daughters virtues
taken by invading forces
They promised the century to you
and all you did was count the dead
Pray for merciful release
in the longest and darkest night
Where greater men have fallen
Here we stand guard
Where greater men have have fallen
Until the end of time
They made you build your tomb
with your very own hands
Ground your kin to dust
in the dark satanic mill of progress
and called it liberty
Seems the lands of the free
are born of the cold grey grave
and the myths of liberty
bind our wrists like slaves
Chorus
You will always bury your sons
under broken barren promises
The heart of your motherland
will be ripped from her chest
Where greater men have fallen
we are ready to die
Music : O’Floinn and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
BABEL’S TOWER
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end
and crawled into the sun
Blinded by the signal fires
that seared your heart
and the seething tongues of the lies we became
I sat in Babel’s tower
and judged the world
said I spoke the language
of saints and sinners
but preached the world was flat
and slipped between the cracks
In horror I strode to the world’s end
saw some torn by hunger
others broken by steel
but by the bitterest fortune
cursed the heathen and holy
but found no relief
We sat in Babel’s tower
ad fought over the world
I never spoke the language
of your saints and my sinners
of men nor beast
who roamed this flat earth
Liars tongues seeth in fire
at the end of harsh white lines
we set the world to rights
yet I awoke in the same black spirit
state once again
and we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
COME THE FLOOD
Men of straw burn the fields
as far as the eye can see
A wretched warning is delivered
to the men of words and deeds
The jericho trumpet sounds
in the deepest valleys and hills
Pounding the walls to dust
you scrawled your names in death upon
One thousand years
Welcome the flood
One thousand years
Come the flood
This dreadful history we have sired
is the black bleached future you have desired
The embers of your ashen dreams
are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave
One thousand years of rain
Welcome the flood
Unburden us of pain
Welcome the flood
Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands
Wash the blood from these lands
With one thousand years of rain
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
THE SEED OF TYRANTS
These are the traitors you called out
one by one against the wall
You wanted the President’s dead
and the wrists of the state bound
in the books of the dead
The myths of martyrs
you created in the revolution
ring deep and hollow
now what will you do?
When the barren earth
that bears your scar
demands the seed of tyrants
and not the reason of the mob
Where there should be rage
there is weeping and silent conformity
Where cities should burn
there is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy
Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble
not every statue to the great was conceit
If the church had one neck
I would wring it
if the state had one artery
I would sever it
Torches to the parliament of swine
and Iron to the rights of fools
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
GHOSTS OF THE CHARNEL HOUSE
Our knees were cracked and broken
genuflect in dirt and broken glass
Grinds the teeth as black as the demons
of the cloth that come at night
to rape our wretched flesh at the altar
The ghosts of the charnel house
were born to deathless guilt
The ghosts of the charnel house
were born to shameful night
Pale backs are ripe for the lash
fingers worked to the bone
Scavengers of the cross
flicker in perdition’s light
Rancid leather and rotten faith
whelts young skin
Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave
in the house of the lord
The poor mouth speaks
of begging bowl politics
It’s words cast long shadows
from the doorway of the charnel house
To every ploughed field
and rotten ear of corn
We are born of deathless guilt
and shameful night
Music : MacAmhlaigh and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
THE ALCHEMIST’S HEAD
We are in deep water now
our rotten bond is a sickness of soul
How we loathe and envy
all murderers in equal measure
What pale god is this
whose robes you wear
What iconoclasm upon the
wings of pestilence
has swept the halls of the pious
and dulled your blade
as you prepare for death
When he had spoken
stretch our your arms
Embrace the flame of fire
he was consumed and arose
You will have this world
whether you will it or not
In hell’s cold light we will sit
and judge them all
If there is a reward for this
when shall it come?
When shall the trumpet sound
Ominous and deep
To the ends of the earth
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
to William Blake
BORN TO NIGHT
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms
Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation
Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone
as the day we made them, so hold your tongues
and steal pride’s pleasure
My lack of faith, was not wanted here
You want your tragedy for your own ends
as martyrs we are born to die
Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life
into the long hours and buried our hearts
and even then I knew I could not save you
You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back into you
and now more then half of my life is through
I have saved the least for last and it is for you
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
WEILD LIGHTNING TO SPLIT THE SUN
Who would pray to the anything but the mountains
and wish for anything but lightning to split the night
Who would praise anything but the sun above
that brings each dawn and our radiant day
What man places faith in his heart
above the animal that rages deep inside
What man asks forgiveness yet
lies to himself his whole life
Let the animal hunt on the mountainside
and let lightning split my heart in two
Let me howl at the moon with desire
and stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun
return to the earth that bore me
for there is nothing more
Music : MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics : Nemtheanga
Primordial begleiten mich seit meiner teenie zeit. Ich war schon immer (gerne?) `strange` und `untrendy` und suchte immer gezielt nach bands, die alle sch…e fanden. Während andere sich an marduk und ähnlichem erfreuten, zog ich mir lieber weniger oberflächliches rein, sogar Goth Rock oder Ambient, obschon ich, zugegeben, einen Manowar fetisch habe. Das meine beiden lieblingsbands mal ne split gemacht haben, verdeutlicht meine musikalischen Vorlieben, scarlett heavens ist auch heute noch eines meiner lieblings winter lieder….
Seit „the gathering wilderness„ hatten es die – Uranfänglichen- bei mir allerdings etwas schwer. Mit dem Erfolg in der, für mich, lächerlichen Pagan szene, schwand meon Interesse. Das ging soweit, das ich sogar aufhörte mir ohne vorhören Alben der Iren zu besorgen. Erst `Redemption` konnte daran etwas ändern, aber am Stück anhören, kann ich es mir nicht. Zu melodiebezogen, zu gefällig. Von Primordial will ich Leidenschaft und Kopfkino. Where greater man has fallen, ist alles, was ich an Primordial mag. Es gibt Wut, Trauer, Reflektionen und wieder großartige leadgitarren von Meister Ciaran „made with passion“. Mehr gibts dazu nicht zu sagen. Großartig.
Rate mal welche 2 Bands meine lieblingsbands sind!