Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed - Primordial

Make no mistake

The arrow I’ve drawn, it is for you

I’ve been sharpening its point

And my aim is true

They say the war is lost

But this battle you will lose

All against all, from such wounds we seed

Mighty oaks

Your foolish heart

It poisons the well

We knew the war was lost

And sang every empire

You better believe there is thunder

Thunder in our hearts

But too much hate for the ones we love

No ocean to vast, no conquest too small for me

I stand against all and wet my blade in tyranny

Your foolish heart

It poisons the well

We celebrate the final days

And see you in hell

I’m calling the enemy

Yet you want

You make me so caught in the darkness

Where the light has passed and you are alone

A blade upon your throat

Mercy be the poison to the wolf

Your foolish heart

It poisons the well

We knew the war was lost

And every empire fell

Your foolish heart

It poisons the well

Upon our spiritual deathbed

And see you all in hell

Make no mistake

The sight he draws is on you

A finger on the trigger

His aim may be true

That history pan once more

Again to you

They say the war is lost

But this battle you will lose