| Song | The Fires... |
| Artist | Primordial |
| Album | Imrama |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nemtheanga | |
| Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
| The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
| In darkness | |
| I can ask for little more | |
| Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
| Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
| A gathering of such ancient souls | |
| To see our brother to his journey's end | |
| Into the darkness forever... | |
| The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
| Our path cross the barren lands | |
| Burning torches lament | |
| As fiery shadows dance | |
| Across his gravebound face | |
| Entombed in pagan earth | |
| To rise in the cold | |
| November mist | |
| We will haunt their pious dreams | |
| In eternal black adore we kiss | |
| Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
| To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
| zuo qu : Nemtheanga | |
| Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
| The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
| In darkness | |
| I can ask for little more | |
| Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
| Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
| A gathering of such ancient souls | |
| To see our brother to his journey' s end | |
| Into the darkness forever... | |
| The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
| Our path cross the barren lands | |
| Burning torches lament | |
| As fiery shadows dance | |
| Across his gravebound face | |
| Entombed in pagan earth | |
| To rise in the cold | |
| November mist | |
| We will haunt their pious dreams | |
| In eternal black adore we kiss | |
| Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
| To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
| zuò qǔ : Nemtheanga | |
| Funeral winds... caress the flame | |
| The naked fire that soothes my flesh | |
| In darkness | |
| I can ask for little more | |
| Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead | |
| Nocturnal everslumber procession | |
| A gathering of such ancient souls | |
| To see our brother to his journey' s end | |
| Into the darkness forever... | |
| The frozen ground dances beneath us | |
| Our path cross the barren lands | |
| Burning torches lament | |
| As fiery shadows dance | |
| Across his gravebound face | |
| Entombed in pagan earth | |
| To rise in the cold | |
| November mist | |
| We will haunt their pious dreams | |
| In eternal black adore we kiss | |
| Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul | |
| To keep the darkest flame ever burning |