Primordial
Death Of The Gods
We stood on the shoulders of giantsLike atlas with the burden of faithWe clasped our hands in praiseOf a conqueror's right to tyrannyThis is a language that has not passedOur lips in one thousand yearsSo heretics I call to youPartisans stand as oneRebels raise your voicesIf not then all is lostThis is the death of the Republic and make nomistakeThe senate is lost and Zeus is laughingSo Mars God of war can you send a lightning boltTo smash the temple of the blindThe Tiber is overflowing with the blood ofinnocent menAnd so we stood, among thieves, liars andmurderersWhose names shall live in eternal rest and infamyDisgraced kings enshrined with their pious menWho ruled us all the bloodied spear of destinyLetras de cancionesYou knew my name before I was bornYou knew my death from the moment it passed mylipsThis is the death of the republicDead and gone with Pearse in the graveHaunted to the end by the ghosts of Connolly's armySkeletal figures on the trigger of Collins' demiseAnd Parnell's dreams are turned to nothing but dust"And I say to my people's masters: beware, beware of thething that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shalltake what ye would not give.Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is strongerthan life and than men's desire to be fre?"
From Letras Mania