Primordial - The Burning Season Lyrics
Bring the womenand children before meLet us make rivers of their bloodBleed for me...I wish it soand streams shall meet such riversand seaward they shall flowSee the shoreline scatteredwith their precious skullsSee the tide come inas blood to meet their boneA grotesque promiseBeneath a crimson sky...a seasons birthWe'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogsand condemn them to their desperate godsWe'll take a needle, to the arm of the worldFor it is our seasonWe'll burn the temples, of the righteousRend them as ashes, to the four windsAs ashes... to the four windsThe winds of a new season"All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes...A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."