Primordial - The Heretic's Age lyrics

Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations Fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the Old World Ghosts of Men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of Martyrdom Words to drip from the Traitors Tongues Waging a War between the Crimson lines The Old Heart of the Earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant Men, made to wear the Devils Mask The Scapegoats for a New Age Such words will bear the Fruit of Flesh (Today's Innocence), Tomorrows Finger on the Trigger So, who Heralds the Grace of Fallen Empires? Hymns to the Ruination of Majesty He who inherits the Dark Crown of ill will The Scorn of those deemed Righteous Men The Gauntlet thrown, The Baton tossed By Statute, by Law, by Divine Decree Impositions as Kindling to the fire The Old Heart is beating, with Ancient Blood [A history pa**ed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the Blood of our Ancestors to pa** judgement...]