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• Artiste: Primordial
• Titre: Pilgrimage To The World's End
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Sometimes this spine it feels so heavy, O Lord And this old head has taken upon the weight of the world We fell so far, stranded upon that rock An ancient port where no ships will ever dock No human will ever step ashore And pull this rope so tight to ever moor This island we have made a desolate reality Wingless birds stare in columns out to sea In deep southern lands there is a churches steeple Whose bell it tolls loud to the world The wild and restless people and calls to kneel, to kneel Toll the bell and curse these lands Pilgrims live to tell what lives were taken With their own very hands and sent to hell, to hell This vast and formless ocean will never release us And we may drift to the edge of this world But nothing will ever make us pray in this deep dark world Will ever make us pray We pray Once more we pray This vast and formless ocean has taken my faith Soundless waves that have no shore upon which to break Devoted pilgrims they stand in the embrace of death And will do so until time will take their breath Until the end of time will take their breath