Primordial - Children of the Harvest - Live

Kishore Kumar Hits — Primordial - Children of the Harvest - Live lyrics

Artist: Primordial

album: A Journey's End

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 beneath these wings
Until dead men rise from their graves
How sad it is for me to see
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
And we your children have
Wandered for years
And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds
But the harshest blow of all to come...
To return at last to an empty home
"Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale
Of the Children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned
To roam for 300 years before returning home... to an empty
Home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of
Displacement, disenchantment and alienation... from this world
And it's ways. Longing for another Age...
Another time, another place..."

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