Primordial
No Grave Deep Enough
All of the Gods' children they all have to diePauper to king sworn enemies to kinFrom men without sin to those with the beastwithinThe grave is absolute, the grave is allO, death where are your teethThat gnaw on the bones of fabled menO, death where are your clawsThat haul me from the graveDo you have justice to trump the divineTo steal the sanctity from their sermonReduce to ash, writing of pietyAnd conquer the lord's worldI think you doDo you bring fear to the hearts of heathensWhen your breath is upon their necksAnd the Gods will not answerAnd the sun is longer in the skyO, death I am not ready for the graveSo turn your steeds around and loosen your reinsI am not one for the tombSo rise my brothers, rise from your gravesThrow your shackles off and stand by my sideSo rise my brothers, rise from your gravesNo grave is deep enough to keep us in chains
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