Primordial

A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories

PRIMORDIAL [The Gathering Wilderness](2005) End Of All Times (The Martyr's Fire) Is this all I've been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That tune heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I'll take you down with me

A story about Kenadie Jourdin Bromley, a four-year-old girl with primordial dwarfism

A look into one of the rarest human disorders, known as primordial dwarfism.

the one with the teeth

Primordial's best

PRIMORDIAL [To The Nameless Dead](2007) TRAITORS GATE Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the Traitors Gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as King Who's Midas touch an Iron Fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday's man as Traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows Dictator

Button Factory, Dublin, Ireland 19.01.2008 (good quality).

notice how my body starts bouncing/shaking intensely at certain points in the video? That's called Restless Leg Syndrome.

Artist: Eluveitie Song: Primordial Breath Album: Slania *********** Eluveitie is "Celtic pagan metal" - and it's Helvetian, because Eluveitie just comes from Helvetia. The main part of their tunes are influenced by traditional Breton folk music (Brittany was also Gaulish, like Helvetia was).They're using mix of Gaulish and Schwyyzerdüütsch 'coz there are still lot of Gaulish words in it. LYRIC The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold That dreams me Pervading every single nook of existence Veidon anatlâ Trireinos koilon monis pantos Volevos kaion moricus Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia In litaviâ votno-ûrâ Mê anatlô Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos [English translation:] Mumbling breath Flowing through the loins of my pain Plashing at the havens Of homeless sailors Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore I breathe in And touch the hand of the all-pervading Laden with the burden of this life The barque sails through endless waters Deep and dark Yet gestated pristinely and free Escorting to the biding warmth Of the womb "I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"

www.preciousmodesty.blogspot.com Tyra Banks brings primordial dwarfs onto her television talk show and something "special" happens at 2m:21s

Retrete Navarrete y Los Bulliciosos

Shi Mataji describes this historic event - The beginning of Her true life's work the emancipation of Humanity: "It is the greatest event of all the spiritual happenings of the universe... Without this happening, there could not have been the possibility of giving en-mass realization to people." In the early morning hours of the 5th of May in the year 1970, disgusted with the falsehood spread by self-proclaimed New Age "gurus", and desiring that all the Seekers of Truth attain their Self Realization, on the small beach of Nargol (about 150 km from Mumbai), Shri Mataji opened the primordial Sahasrara - the seventh center that is the integration and pinnacle of our spiritual evolution. By doing so she cleared the path for the Kundalini to rise effortlessly in each and every human being who desires to receive their Self Realization, the connection with their true Self and with the Divine. Experience Your Self Realization http://www.sahajayoga.org/experienceitnow/ Excerpt from the film documentary 'The Vision' or 'Immaculata' - Sahaja Yoga USA.(May 5th 2004) Please feel free to order this film from: http://www.sahajayoga.com/store/dvds.asp

Primordial rocking Finland with 'As Rome Burns' As you might expect, the YouTube version of this looks far worse than the original. Here is a higher quality version (100MB) in H.264 format if you like this enough to care: http://supremetyrant.com/movies/primordial-as_rome_burns-tuska_2008.mp4

Primordial live at the Inferno festival 2007

Canción.- La Regla Primordial Intérpretes.- Retrete Navarrete y Los Bulliciosos Letra: Yo soy nuevo en este barrio Y no tengo con quien jugar Por eso estoy en la calle Y amigos debo buscar. En el fondo del pasaje Un grupo juega a la pelota Como yo no soy idiota Me ofrezco hasta de arquero. Mira amigo no es tan fácil Tienes que tener primero Unos zapatos adecuados Que te permitan chutear. Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa Pa pa pa pa pa pa Pero soy muy optimista Y nunca me doy por vencido Unos zapatos viejos sirven Si los pinto con estilo. Al rato vuelvo al pasaje Pero grande es mi sorpresa Ya no es fútbol lo que juegan Sino que tenis de mesa Oye amigo lo sentimos Echarte no es la intención Pero hay que tener paleta Si quieres jugar ping-pong Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa Pa pa pa pa pa pa Me voy rápido a mi casa Y desarmo una maleta Un par de tijeretazos Y ya tengo mi paleta. En el fondo del pasaje Todavia estan los muchachos Pero ya no es el ping-pong Lo que enciende su pasión El ping-pong es un buen juego Pero éramos muy malos Ahora practicamos hockey Y necesitas un palo. Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa Pa pa pa pa pa pa Muy cansado llego a casa Y agarro una sucia escoba Con una mano de gato Me queda un palo a la moda. Cuando regreso al pasaje El hockey ya es un recuerdo Ahora este grupo de enfermos Se dedica a leer. Decidimos explorar Nuestro lado intelectual Si te quieres integrar Un libro debes portar. Aburrido del desprecio Decidí hablarles en serio Sólo quiero ser su amigo Y me faltan el respeto. Yo no soy un bicho raro Sólo soy nuevo en el barrio Si molesta mi presencia Díganlo luego y adiós. Al contrario buen amigo Has sido muy perseverante Y de ahora en adelante Eres miembro de este club. Siempre vamos a la búsqueda De nuevas emociones Nunca hacemos algo que No nos parezca original. Es la regla primordial Que nos mantiene con vida Y ahora que eres de los nuestros Nunca más te aburrirás. Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa Pa pa pa pa pa pa

Ego is a primordial impurity of human beings it is the concept of I and mine. You are born with it and it grows as you grow and it becomes harder and bigger until you are totally an ego self and alienated from God.

23.2.2007, Lutakko, Jyväskylä, Finland

The calling wind on my face Waving from the summoning of giants That heals my soul The virile fragrance of alpine tor The blowing breath of this fold That dreams me Pervading every single nook of existence Veidon anatlâ Trireinos koilon monis pantos Volevos kaion moricus Ni têrsos tenkos sves nâus-anatia In litaviâ votno-ûrâ Mê anatlô Qe tebô lama deivos skver-ollos [English translation:] Mumbling breath Flowing through the loins of my pain Plashing at the havens Of homeless sailors Mooring their soulships at the urgrounds shore I breathe in And touch the hand of the all-pervading Laden with the burden of this life The barque sails through endless waters Deep and dark Yet gestated pristinely and free Escorting to the biding warmth Of the womb "I'm a bard do you not vouchsafe my secrets to slaves I am a guide a judge if you sow you will labour"

A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories

from the album 'spirit the earth aflame'

Listen to this excellent Black Metal track... It's taken form their 1999 Album "At The World Of Untrodden wonder".

Listen as our good friend Fred explains to us why primordial soup may not be as healthy for you as you may think it is.

Many ancient cultures teach that sacred knowledge continuously emerges from the primordial world in the form of primordial teachings. These sacred teachings are endowed with the primordial energy of the universe itself. They come into being spontaneously and are not made. These teachings exist forever and are not destroyed. As time passes from one world to the next, these sacred texts reveal themselves. In their original form, the teachings are called The Celestial Writings. The original force and shape of the characters are one zhang (= 10 Chinese feet, SPB) square, and give forth beams in every direction shining and brilliant, so that the mind is rendered respectful and the eyes are dazzled. The Celestial Writings in their original form as celestial scripts can neither be accessible nor read --- not by ordinary mortal beings or even by lower ranking gods and immortals. The Celestial Writings are handed down from the highest Gods, to the intermediate gods, to lower gods, then to immortal enlightened humans. After reaching the Immortals, they are handed on to the common men of this world. In other words: only the highest gods are able to see the original celestial writings written in cosmic script. Only in times of preceding an immense catastrophe, such as the one approaching this world, and when the whole cosmos is to be destroyed before creation starts again, may these texts can be transmitted, through a series of intermediary stages, finally down to some elected mortals. The Primordial Teachings grant mortal man the opportunity to learn the true nature of The Creators teachings regarding the human soul, the universal forces that control everything around us, the higher mind, and the hidden workings of the process of enlightenment itself. The Primordial Teachings constantly pour into this world via primordial cosmic particles that bathe every square inch of our planet. These particles contain energies that are far beyond anything that can be accurately measured by our science. Every minute of every day, the human body is bathed in millions of these particles. These primordial particles contain the blueprint for The Primordial Teachings that span the entire scope of the life of the universe itself. As the human mind evolves, it learns to decipher these teachings and apply them for the purpose of higher growth and enlightenment. The Celestial Powers have decreed that The Primordial Teachings be released to mortal man in a format that he can readily understand. Our mission at Tybro is to provide the spiritual tools necessary for the continued growth and evolution of all mankind. The recording and distribution of The Primordial Teachings are part of our mission. Each individual lesson from The Primordial Teachings will be approximately 40 minutes long. There are six lessons that address basic questions related to a different aspect of the primordial teachings. Lesson One: What is primordial radiation? How do the primordial teachings reach our planet? What are the universal forces that are radiated by the primordial particles?. What are the mantras associated with these universal forces? What are energetic factors? What are information factors? How can we use primordial energy to further human evolution? What is the X-factor? What is the B-factor? What effect does primordial energy have on the cosmic deities?