Pilgrimage to the World's End Songtext
von Primordial

Sometimes this spine it feels so heavy, O Lord
And this old head has taken upon the weight of the world
We fell so far, stranded upon that rock
An ancient port where no ships will ever dock

No human will ever step ashore
And pull this rope so tight to ever moor

This island we have made a desolate reality
Wingless birds stare in columns out to sea
In deep southern lands there is a churches steeple
Whose bell it tolls loud to the world
The wild and restless people and calls to kneel, to kneel


Toll the bell and curse these lands
Pilgrims live to tell what lives were taken
With their own very hands and sent to hell

To hell

This vast and formless ocean will never release us
And we may drift to the edge of this world
But nothing will ever make us pray in this deep dark world
Will ever make us pray

We pray
Once more we pray

This vast and formless ocean has taken my faith
Soundless waves that have no shore upon which to break
Devoted pilgrims they stand in the embrace of death
And will do so until time will take their breath
Until the end of time will take their breath