Log In
Register   Help
My album reviews/commentsMy collectionMy wish list
Primordial - Redemption At the Puritan's Hand cover art

Redemption At the Puritan's Hand

TypeStudio Full-length
GenresCeltic Metal, Folk Metal, Black Metal
LabelsMetal Blade Records
Album rating :  88.3 / 100
Votes :  3
Lyrics > P > Primordial Lyrics (53) > Redemption At the Puritan's Hand Lyrics (8) >

The Black Hundred Lyrics

6. The Black Hundred (6:19)
Here there is no god he is ground to dust
In the death machine of industry
The iron hearse sent on bitter tracks to the Gulag
Suffering forged between the hammer and sickle
The sorrow of men's hearts is a broken people
Nations at the gallows pray for mercy killing
Men of the cloth stand in stretch necked defiance
Famines fist sounds the death knell
The people's utopia moulds an industrial horizon
Rusted Vostok in the lap of the Gods

"I want to burn, give me the funeral pyre
Long was life, but my life's waking short
The highest of my father's sacraments
To climb towards heaven on a towering flame
And scream out the injustice by which
My nation with fiery iron was beset and slaughtered"

(Vizcma Belgenvica)
Submitted by level
Info / Statistics
Artists : 29,096
Albums : 104,387
Reviews : 6,629
Lyrics : 99,730
Top Rating
 The Sins Of Thy Beloved
Lake of Sorrow
 rating : 88.2  votes : 16
 Bring Me The Horizon
 rating : 85  votes : 14
Fascinating Violence
 rating : 85.9  votes : 18