The Coffin Ships Songtext
von Primordial

Young hearts are born with grief
Will pay the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach old hearts to break

It feels like I′ve been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stand alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters
With our broken spirits in rags and tatters


With nerve and muscle and heart and brains
They are lost to Ireland, they are lost in vain
So you pause and you can almost hear
The sounds, they echo down through the ages
The creak of the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow
Not mixed with indignation
Someone is driven to exclaim
Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap

Our young hearts are born with such grief
And we have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth
Shall teach our hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before
Here, where the animals lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Broken spirits in rags and tatters
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters