Death Of The Gods Lyrics - Primordial

We stood on the shoulders of giants 

Like atlas with the burden of faith 

We clasped our hands in praise 

of a conqueror's right to tyranny 

This is a language that has not passed 

Our lips in one thousand years 

So heretics I call to you 

Partisans stand as one 

Rebels raise your voices 

If not then all is lost 

This is the death of the Republic and make no 

mistake 

The senate is lost and Zeus is laughing 

So Mars God of war can you send a lightning bolt 

To smash the temple of the blind 

The Tiber is over flowing with the blood of 

innocent men 

And so we stood, among thieves, liars and 

murderers 

Whose names shall live in eternal rest and infamy 

Disgraced kings enshrined with their pious men 

Who ruled us all with the bloodied spear of destiny 

You knew my name before I was born 

You knew my death from the moment it passed my 

lips 

This is the death of the Republic 

Dead and gone with Pearse in the grave 

Haunted to the end by the ghosts of Connolly's army 

Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins' demise 

And Parnell's dreams are turned to nothing but dust 

"And I say to my people's masters: beware, beware of the 

thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall 

take what we would not give. 

Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger 

than life and than men's desire to be free?" 

(Padraig Pearse, "The Rebell")