Primordial - 'Death Holy Death' (official music video)
I heard Hallelujah, just one last time.
Your tired faces, they are worn by sorrow.
Out sadness is worn like a gift from God.
O Death Holy Death! You cast us in grace.
And these are the days we borrow in place.
What martyrs cloak you have draped across these city walls.
And wear the mask, the passing of time.
We all fall to dust and echo finally one last time.
What ships they pass, through
The eye of the storm.
To reach this final place...
The last destination of a life under loves will.
So hold your children tight, cradle them dear.
To the graves we march, we are pilgrims to the night.
We step into the void of the soul so brave.
With barren earth, we step into the void as Pilgrims.
Your tired faces, they are worn by sorrow.
Out sadness is worn like a gift from God.
O Death Holy Death! You cast us in grace.
And these are the days we borrow in place.
What martyrs cloak you have draped across these city walls.
And wear the mask, the passing of time.
We all fall to dust and echo finally one last time.
What ships they pass, through
The eye of the storm.
To reach this final place...
The last destination of a life under loves will.
So hold your children tight, cradle them dear.
To the graves we march, we are pilgrims to the night.
We step into the void of the soul so brave.
With barren earth, we step into the void as Pilgrims.
Νέο μουσικό βίντεο από το (δέκατο full length album) πλέον πρόσφατο δισκογραφικό πόνημα των Primordial "How It Ends" (το οποίο κυκλοφόρησε τον περασμένο Σεπτέμβρη). Αφορά στην οπτικοποίηση του τραγουδιού "Death Holy Death", με τον A.A. Nemtheanga να μας λέει σχετικά:
«Death holy death is a song about martyrdom, sacrifice and giving your life to a higher ideal, I found myself standing watching a religious procession in a small Italian walled medieval city, a movement which had not changed much in 500 years, the city walls draped in the same flags, the same saints, martyrs, knights, queens, kings and demons, weathered and decayed but still standing on the walls and ramparts.
The local saint flayed alive in the town square for Heresy and remembered for her devotion half a millenia later. Sacrifice endures. The passion of Joan of Arc (1928) seemed to perfectly fit to the song...»
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