The Song Of The Tomb Lyrics - The Gathering Wilderness - Primordial

From the north to the south 

From the east to the west 

All that waits for me is the grave 

I have been where my brothers lay fallen 

And my kind are as slaves 

Bloodied yet unbowed 

I sing a song of the tomb 

Of the cold and heathen earth 

Of the god's that await me 

I raise a glass in your name 

For when the sun rise again 

To our deaths like condemned men 

This is the twilight of the ages 

And no man shall stand