Primordial Wound Songtext
von Inter Arma

Man in age has left
To the fanfare and last praise
These timeworn
Furrowed streets
Man in age
Wanders
No sign
Of home
Wandering
Wanderer
No sign
Of home
Wheeled strutting paths
Drift proudly beneath the corpses
Of trumpeters hung
From long dead trees
Scorning the beggars
Who drink from foul ditches
Along these timeworn
Furrowed streets


Man in age
Wanders
No sign
Of home
Man in age
Wanders
No sign
Of homeWe feed strategic hope
Of embrace
And failure
We reap inherent pleasure
In burying what′s noble and dear
Lacking diligence and compassion
We writhe in rapture
In wealth
In erect apathy
And rampant arrogance
We omit a primordial wound
And we have made no attempt
To convey it by means of entertainment
We were
All was
Something
Always
We were
Always
Always
Always