Primordial - Traitors Gate lyrics

rate me

borders swell like the oceans

nations swept away

in the steel rain

wounds carved in the earth

the silent hands of genocide

map the years

forgotten legacies of dust

people remembered in nothing

but fragments of language

verses of song

and shards of military rust

the gallows cold hands

tighten old rope

young men hang in the fetid breeze

like rotten fruit

too ripe for harvest

they have marched us

through the streets

heralded our death

proclaimed our end

and brought us to our knees

a host of the willing few

is gathered as the traitors gates

demanding their pound of flesh

and their weight in gold

the tyrant

resurrected king

who's Midas touch an iron fist

all the world proclaiming

yesterday's man as traitor

yet welcome witch open arms

his brother as tomorrows director