Tracks

01. The Golden Spiral
02. The Gathering Wilderness
03. The Song Of The Tomb
04. End Of All Times (Martyr's Fire)
05. The Coffin Ships
06. Tragedy's Birth
07. Cities Carved In Stone



01. The Golden Spiral

Music by MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
One day I stood with my back to the wind and the rain fell down
Raised my fist to the cobalt sky and called to the Gods... where are you?

I stood in the stream with cold clear water rushing around me
Cold stone underfoot and called again to the Gods... where are you?

I sat in the forest clearing, surrounded by wood and leaf
A Raven watched my every move
I could feel my heartbeat thundering
Deep within my veins

I could feel my heartbeat thundering
Deep within my veins

I set foot on foreign land, held my brothers and sisters to me
And saw the same questions in them
Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine
I had found my answer


02. The Gathering Wilderness

Music by MacAmlaigh and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
You say you know me
I'm the Poison in your veins

My Faith is not welcome here
I break the young and the cold

There is a Darkness here
You cannot imagine, you cannot fathom
It speaks to me in tongues
Can you hear it?

I've built my tower of songs
From words as bitter splintered bone
Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh
I've cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth
I've wished pestilence upon the foul and weak
Not just men, but woman and children too
With a rusted blade across their throats

I've played the tyrant's hand against the rhyme and reason of fools
I've prayed to sickly children in their blackened cities of filth
You say you know me? Do you?
I'm the poison in your veins
My Faith it is not welcome here

There is a Darkness here
You cannot imagine, you cannot fathom
It speaks to me in tongues
Can you hear it?

I've prayed to sickly children in their blackened cities of filth
The wilderness is gathering all its children in...


03. The Song Of The Tomb

Music by MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
From the north to the south
From the east to the west
All that waits for me is the grave
I have been where my brothers lay fallen and my kind are as slaves

For when the sun rise again
To our deaths like condemned men

Bloodied yet unbowed
I sing a song of the tomb
Of the cold and heathen earth
Of the Gods that await me
I raise a glass in your name

For when the sun rise again
To our deaths like condemned men

This is the twilight of the ages and no man shall stand

I sing a song of the tomb of the cold and heathen earth
With virgin voice to poisoned womb
I call to the shadowed kind
To men of myth, etched in stone
Whose songs are heard no more
The women of the barren lands
This is your time


04. End Of All Times (Martyr's Fire)

Music by MacUilliam, O'Floinn and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
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

Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric of my sold and broken culture


05. The Coffin Ships

Music by MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
Young hearts born with grief
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before
Here to where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters

Nerve and muscle, heart and brains
Lost to Ireland, lost in vain
Pause and you can almost hear the sounds echo down through the ages
He creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
One is driven to exclaim:
"Oh god, that bread should be so dear and human flesh so cheap"

Young hearts are born with such grief
We have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before
Here to where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters


06. Tragedy's Birth

Music by O'Floin, MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit
His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands
Skin as leather, burnt by the sun
This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I

When the Gods were young the burden was less
It was not grief and it was not fear
Who cast the shadow upon our age?
Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes?

He counts the hours, days and awful years
To when the children stare into the sun
The mountains crumble to the sea
And our civilisations turn to dust

They are turned to dust

So slumber watcher, 'til the spheres have turned ten and twenty thousand years
The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit
This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I...


07. Cities Carved In Stone

Music by MacUilliam and Primordial
Lyrics by A.A. Nemtheanga
I lost my self, in those streets
A passenger of foreign tongue
The sun sets, in the same language and rises just the same

There was no grand design to get to this point
No absolutes, no given truths
We were not carved in stone

She sent the sun to heal me
She sent the moon to guide me
And when the words failed me
So she lay beside me

Sometimes I get to thinking of the past
When I've had more than a drink or two
Who knows where the days go and would you ever want them back