paroles de chanson Exile Amongst the Ruins - Primordial
                                                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
 
                                    
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