The Burning Season Lyrics - Primordial

Bring the women 

and children before me 

Let us make rivers of their blood 

Bleed for me...I wish it so 

and streams shall meet such rivers 

and seaward they shall flow 

See the shoreline scattered 

with their precious skulls 

See the tide come in 

as blood to meet their bone 

A grotesque promise 

Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth 

We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs 

and condemn them to their desperate gods 

We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world 

For it is our season 

We'll burn the temples, of the righteous 

Rend them as ashes, to the four winds 

As ashes... to the four winds 

The winds of a new season