Primordial - Exile Amongst the Ruins
Original Version Mediabook Version Box Version 1. Nail Their Tongues 9:00 1. Nail Their Tongues 9:00 1. Nail Their Tongues 9:00 2. To Hell or the Hangman 7:16 2. To Hell or the Hangman 7:16 2. To Hell or the Hangman 7:16 3. Where Lie the Gods 9:11 3. Where Lie the Gods 9:11 3. Where Lie the Gods 9:11 4. Exile Amongst the Ruins 7:59 4. Exile Amongst the Ruins 7:59 4. Exile Amongst the Ruins 7:59 5. Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed 8:28 5. Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed 8:28 5. Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed 8:28 6. Stolen Years 5:15 6. Stolen Years 5:15 6. Stolen Years 5:15 7. Sunken Lungs 7:52 7. Sunken Lungs 7:52 7. Sunken Lungs 7:52 8. Last Call 10:32 8. Last Call 10:32 8. Last Call 10:32 --- Bonus CD --- --- Bonus CD --- 1. Stolen Years (Instrumental Version) 5:16 1. Stolen Years (Instrumental Version) 5:16 2. Dark Horse On The Wind 5:36 2. Dark Horse On The Wind 5:36 3. The Foggy Dew (Irish traditional cover) 5:14 3. The Foggy Dew (Irish traditional cover) 5:14 4. Babel's Tower (Rehearsal Demo) 7:48 4. Babel's Tower (Rehearsal Demo) 7:48 5. Come The Flood (Rehearsal Demo) 7:20 5. Come The Flood (Rehearsal Demo) 7:20 6. Ghosts Of The Carnel House (Rehearsal Demo) 7:37 6. Ghosts Of The Carnel House (Rehearsal Demo) 7:37 --- Bonus LP --- 1. Dark Horse On The Wind 5:36 2. The Foggy Dew 5:14 total time 65:33 total time 1:44:24 total time 1:55:14
1. Nail Their Tongues If you are the son of Adam - born at me first man The I will be Cain to thei Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your palms To drink a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars ? A gospel of ruin from the heretis age Straight from the mouth of fire A lone martyr on the will of perdition Broken flesh that many raitors confeis A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the pinters press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars ? A gospel of ruin from the heretis age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of bones stinking high to heaven O' death, where is they sting ? O' grief, where is the victory ? O' life, you are a shning path O' Lucifer, did you know did you see ? Pile the dadies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again O' Luther, your wands in deep 2. To Hell or the Hangman I see it you in you glance That you want him How can I make peace With this truth ? The truth is this man He brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I'll stand in Hell and say no same witness in this town needed proof Send me to Hell Or to the gallows She belongs to the Devil What could I do ? De you know what it is to lose ? To be the other man Who stood go chance To wake in the yarning to black defeat Waiting in the wings Send me to Hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay With the blood of all my young life but Gabriel what can't you see ? What am I to do ? Cuir gohlfreaing mé no cuir chun crochta mé Is leis an Diabhal I, Cad a Jhéadfaing a dthéanand I was never one for salvation Now clid I seek you redemption So I'll do what i have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn you love and damn your lies and now I'll hang by my father's hand In the square where your first glance left my heart in despair 3. Where Lie the Gods What desolate walls are these That rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age in centuries of strong sleep What seiges, storms and fire have they resisted in the deep Where lie the tomb of Gods Tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, Sail on, O' ship of fate Sail on so strong and great Humanity with all it's fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on thy fate Where lie the Gods of old men and women who jell from peace The battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated jade 4. Exile Amongst the Ruins The old enemies are dead and long gone, my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decade's fears And those songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nation And without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues and burn the books Strike their deeds from history And turn the clocks to nought And let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nation And without names Remember when I said war was coming? You hear the engines grinding fast Express growing louder We are grinding louder Pray for me You pray on your deathbed You pray for me We are exiled among the ruins And we are ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nations Without names, without a future We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without a future 5. Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed Make no mistake The arrow I've drawn is for you I've been slaspening it's point My whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean too vast or conquest small to met the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell 6. Stolen Years How many lies would We have to live Before we escape the hands The hands of time That stole our best years Where the decades might Breathe a little less A little less of the Night Step bravely out into The city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing Through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight Around us Antidotes to all Our years of pain 7. Sunken Lungs What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs That the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days I've lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow Keens to the crone what do the drowned say ? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave 8. Last Call Awake in another city at 5 am The breath of day upon my neck Covating the hours before I wake another me from his sleep to gve back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down mu duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces grow deeper so step up to the gallows and hand me out to try one last time What do we do to save ourselves Who can reach out to save us ? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why we try to find reasons why Lyrics in plain text format