Primordial
sons of the morrigan
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Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down the corners of the column
Letter strokes of Ogham carved
'Tis be like a burial pillar
Said he and those shallow lines
Hold some warrior's name of valor
And will rightly show the signs
No one saw how far I fell
And no one ever knew
That there was a heart of flesh
Deep within me
As it was bled of the twisted horn
And the howling of the dogs
Raise on, old heroes lament
While the weeping of women
Still vexes my heart
If this is my journey end
Then cast me to the pyre
And if all that remains
Is a blackened heart
And the stench of death
Then know my spell is cast
And sing my song
With pride once more
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- Where Greater Men Have Fallen
- Imrama
- Miscellaneous
- Redemption At The Puritans Hand-
- Gods to the Godless (Live)
- 2011 Metal Blade Records Sampler
- 2011 Metal Blade Records UK Sampler
- EMP Music Mag Sampler, Volume III
- One and All, Together, For Home
- To the Nameless Dead
- Metal Hammer #176: Razor
- Hellfest 2008 Sampler
- All Empires Fall
- Spirit the Earth Aflame
- Gods to the Godless (Live at Bang Your Head Festival...
- Dark Romanticism
- The Gathering Wilderness
- Storm Before Calm
- The Burning Season
- Blood Ceremonies