Exile Amongst the Ruins - Primordial

The old enemies are dead and long gone, my friend

You are like the boy, the boy who cried wolf

A voice buried in another decade’s fears

And those songs you sang, to what end?

We are the ghosts among the ruins

Without history, without nation

And without names

How you silenced with joy the words of noble men

Tear down the statues and burn the books

Strike their deeds from history

And turn the clocks to naught

And let year zero begin on my watch

We are the ghosts among the ruins

Without history, without nation

And without names

Remember when I said war was coming?

You hear the engines grinding fast

Express growing louder

We are grinding louder

Pray for me

You pray on your deathbed

You pray for me

We are exiled among the ruins

And we are ghosts among the ruins

Without history, without nations

Without names, without a future

We are the ghosts among the ruins

Without history, without a future