Letra de 'Primo on the Parapet' de Peter Hammill

To crawl on hallowed ground without a map;
to walk on hollow legs, leaving no footprint;
to drift like a ghost through the quarters of lost desire;
breathing underwater,
still running through the fire.
Four horsemen drive the coach of Holocaust home;
and with what sense of history do we view our bright new world,
with the video nasty blasting through the set
of our next door neighbour?
Do we learn to forget? Do we learn just to forget?

And raw barbarity seeps, spore in soil?
And no-one's an innocent, no-one's entirely immune....
Oh, still we wait for a saviour, there are no saints as yet.
Just that gilt badge of survival,
we learn to forget.

The blindest eye is turned on the beast we clothe,
drab in the uniform of silent acquiescence.
I'll raise this toast to Primo, climbing up upon the parapet
with one final word of caution:
we must learn not to forget.

There's pain in remembrance,
but we must learn not to forget.

Here's a toast to Primo,
let's learn not to forget.
Here's a toast to Primo,
forgive but don't forget.
Here's a toast to Primo,
let's learn not to forget.

One last word of caution
from the very rim of the parapet.
One last word in remembrance...
we must learn not to forget.