paroles de chanson Traitors Gate - Primordial

Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
They map the years
Map the years

Legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But fragments of language
And verses of song
And shards of military rust

The gallows cold hands
They tighten old rope, old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruit
Too ripe for harvest
And they have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death - our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees - our knees

A host of the willing few
Gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold

The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who's Midas touch
An Iron Fist
All the world is proclaiming
Yesterday's man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother
As tomorrow's Dictator