Primordial
Primordial - Hosting Of The Sidhe songtekst
Je score:
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old Heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my Journey End Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more