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Primordial - Children of the Harvest lyrics

Artist: Primordial

album: Spirit The Earth Aflame


It seems we are to live our final days
Far from the dwellings of men
As flowing tides and shifting sands
Far from the bitter gaze of soul-less man
In sorrow we fly from our loved ones
To die in the waters of the wild
My brethren can seek no shelter
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see my fathers
My fathers fallen halls
Here, once prideful men clashed as Gods
With veins aflame and hearts of thunder
Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone
And I with heart so heavy
And limbs so weary
It seems our sun is all but dimmed
It seems our valley is all but dimmed
And we, your children
Have wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all
To return, at last, to an empty home

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