Primitive Dance - Darkestrah

When the sun will sink in a sea

And the singing of birds will die away

When the beast wails in darkness

And hears a sinister scream

I will see familiar faces, silhouettes of the bravest tribes

Warriors back from the march, bringing their victims to Gods

We will make lonely fires we will seat and keep the silence

Respecting the memory of those

Who we’ll meet in the other world

When the first stars flashed up

And the leader of tribes becomes another

He will dance an ancient rite, a primitive dance of fate