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Posted by Lexa
- Tue 13.01.2009 11:21:35 (UTC+0200)* lexa riehuu *
Posted by Baz
- Wed 29.10.2008 14:34:34 (UTC+0200)Quote from: Lex Arma on Wed 29.10.2008 13:34:05 (UTC+0200)Oletkos muuten tutustunut Primordialiin?Ajattelin vain, jos noita kaikkia olet kuunnellut, niin Primordial on tutustumisen arvoinen, uskallan väittää.
Itse asiassa en ole tätä aihetta enempää tutustunut ja silloinkin kuuntelin vain yhtä biisiä. Nyt kuuntelin tuolta alkupään viesteistä biisejä ja mukavan eeppisiltä kuulostavat. Ei todellakaan ns. heti aukeavaa. Jatkan tutustumista MySpacen kautta.
Posted by Lexa
- Wed 29.10.2008 13:34:54 (UTC+0200)Nosto. 
Posted by Arathon
- Thu 10.07.2008 12:45:43 (UTC+0300)Juu itsekin katsoin keikan. Ei yhtään tuttua biisiä tullut, mutta oli se silti oikein hyvä. Olenkohan päätynyt kuuntelemaan vääriä levyjä, kun ei oikein jää ne biisit edes mieleen sieltä kun tuntuu niin tasapaksulta. Ehkä en ole tutustunut tarpeeksi. The Dark Song on kyllä loistava biisi, sekin akustinen.
Posted by morkkis
- Wed 09.07.2008 23:01:29 (UTC+0300)se kuulosti hyvältä pitäis varmaan tutustua vähän paremmin oikeen ajan kanssa
Posted by Lexa
- Wed 09.07.2008 21:28:53 (UTC+0300)Primordial - No Nation On This Earth
The sea will be as a desert
When my bones are long to dust
Beneath shifting dunes
And the searing Unconquerable son
Pile the bodies on the pyre
Warm the old heart of the earth
This is no place for faith, nor for hope
Just a journey through the darkest of nights
To the old heart of the earth
These are wounds made by cold hands
That know the bite of steel
Hands that have rendered life extinct
And punished the weak at heart
Tell e what Nation on this Earth
Is not born of Tragedy?
That has not felt such harsh weapons
Wielded by cruelty's desire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYx0wsXn8Tc
The sea will be as a desert
When my bones are long to dust
Beneath shifting dunes
And the searing Unconquerable son
Pile the bodies on the pyre
Warm the old heart of the earth
This is no place for faith, nor for hope
Just a journey through the darkest of nights
To the old heart of the earth
These are wounds made by cold hands
That know the bite of steel
Hands that have rendered life extinct
And punished the weak at heart
Tell e what Nation on this Earth
Is not born of Tragedy?
That has not felt such harsh weapons
Wielded by cruelty's desire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYx0wsXn8Tc
Posted by Lexa
- Wed 09.07.2008 19:32:08 (UTC+0300)Primordial - The Coffin Ships
Young hearts are born with grief
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here where the animals lay down to die
So we stand alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
May our lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause and you can almost hear
The sounds they echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
So one is driven to exclaim
Oh God, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap*
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
The season of our stolen youth
Shall teach whole hearts to break
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsnRDcHdf_A
Young hearts are born with grief
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break
It feels like I've been here before
Here where the animals lay down to die
So we stand alone on a distant store
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
May our lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause and you can almost hear
The sounds they echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
So one is driven to exclaim
Oh God, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap*
Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
The season of our stolen youth
Shall teach whole hearts to break
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsnRDcHdf_A
Posted by Lexa
- Wed 09.07.2008 19:29:41 (UTC+0300)Yksi positiivinen ylläri Tuska festareilta tänä vuonna.
Primordialia olin kuullut satunnaisesti joskus aikaisemminkin, mutta kun nyt oli mahdollisuus nähdä livenä - menin ja katsoin koko keikan,
eikä kaduttanut yhtään. Laulajalla on todella hieno ja omintakeinen ääni ja tyyli, ja musiikki iski suoraan suoneen.
Nyt sitten olenkin kaivellut enempi jätkien tuotantoa kuultavakseni, ja taisi tulla pysyvä lisä musiikkivalikoimaani.
Primordial - Gallows Hymn
Sister, do not pray for me
There is no forgivneess here
Just the longest, darkest night
And my peoples end
Brother, many a crooked day we spent
Telling tales and making myths
Sharpening our tongues for the final fight
Yet doing little but growing old
I was never a religious man
So why should I put my faith in you?
You burned your bridges a long time ago
I'm a heathen, searching for his soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT-clZE39CI
Primordial - End of all times
Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture
And I said once before
That tune heals nothing
I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes
I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
Heels dug in the dirt
And the graves rabid stare
Waiting for one last struggle
If I have one (desire)
Mark my words
And gather your thoughts
Well these might be my last days
Because I am about to eclipse my sun
Collapse my star
Snuff out my flame
And reach into the void
Well these might well be my last days
But maybe, just maybe
I'll take you down with me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPEPbYf7DKY
Primordial - Traitors Gate
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But fragments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruit
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday's man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5jRCFnFsBY
Primordialia olin kuullut satunnaisesti joskus aikaisemminkin, mutta kun nyt oli mahdollisuus nähdä livenä - menin ja katsoin koko keikan,
eikä kaduttanut yhtään. Laulajalla on todella hieno ja omintakeinen ääni ja tyyli, ja musiikki iski suoraan suoneen.
Nyt sitten olenkin kaivellut enempi jätkien tuotantoa kuultavakseni, ja taisi tulla pysyvä lisä musiikkivalikoimaani.
Primordial - Gallows Hymn
Sister, do not pray for me
There is no forgivneess here
Just the longest, darkest night
And my peoples end
Brother, many a crooked day we spent
Telling tales and making myths
Sharpening our tongues for the final fight
Yet doing little but growing old
I was never a religious man
So why should I put my faith in you?
You burned your bridges a long time ago
I'm a heathen, searching for his soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT-clZE39CI
Primordial - End of all times
Is this all I've been left
Broken oaths and betrayals
The empty words and dead rhetoric
Of my sold and broken culture
And I said once before
That tune heals nothing
I feel like a wounded animal
In the dying throes
I am near to death
Yet with teeth bared
Heels dug in the dirt
And the graves rabid stare
Waiting for one last struggle
If I have one (desire)
Mark my words
And gather your thoughts
Well these might be my last days
Because I am about to eclipse my sun
Collapse my star
Snuff out my flame
And reach into the void
Well these might well be my last days
But maybe, just maybe
I'll take you down with me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPEPbYf7DKY
Primordial - Traitors Gate
Borders swell like the oceans
Nations swept away
In the steel rain
Wounds carved in the earth
The silent hands of genocide
Map the years
Forgotten legacies of dust
People remembered in nothing
But fragments of language
Verses of song
And shards of military rust
The gallows cold hands
Tighten old rope
Young men hang in the fetid breeze
Like rotten fruit
Too ripe for harvest
They have marched us
Through the streets
Heralded our death
Proclaimed our end
And brought us to our knees
A host of the willing few
Is gathered at the Traitors Gates
Demanding their pound of flesh
And their weight in gold
The tyrant
Resurrected as King
Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist
All the world proclaiming
Yesterday's man as Traitor
Yet welcome with open arms
His brother as tomorrows Dictator
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d5jRCFnFsBY