Official Website: http://www.primordialweb.tk/

A cold wind is blowing
Through the graves it is blowing
And it bares a poisoned tongue
And the foul breath of deceit

I am my fathers son
And his deeds
Cannot be undone... be undone

You trade in his blood
Writing your history
In the sacrifices of the dead

Where is the fighting man?
Am I he?
You would trade every truth
For hollow victories

Every empire will fall
Every monument crumble
Forgotten men who watch the centuries

(From Primordial's song "Empire Falls",
from the album "To the Nameless Dead")

Hailing from Ireland, an amazing band, epic, dark, sad, a breathtaking storm of steel and passion.