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Lord of the ages rode one night |
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Out through the gateways of time |
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Astride a great charger |
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In a cloak of white samite |
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He flew on the air |
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Like a storm |
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Dark was the night |
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For he gathered the stars in his hand |
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To light a path through the sky |
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While the hooves of his charger |
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Made comets of fire |
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Bewitching all eyes |
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Beheld them |
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Lord of the ages, nobody knows |
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Whether he goes, nobody knows |
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Below a dark forest in caves of black granite |
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The children of darkness dwelt in oblivion |
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Betraying one another in endless confusion |
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But the lord of the dark |
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Had bewitched them |
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From time's first creation |
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The wise men and prophets |
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And all workers of magic |
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Had warned of the reckoning |
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The wind and the fire |
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And the plague of destruction that follows the path |
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Of evil |
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Lord of the ages, nobody knows |
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Whether he goes, nobody knows |
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Far above the wide ocean and thundering rivers |
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Through the sun and the rain |
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The turn of the seasons |
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Rode the god of all knowing |
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While all around him celestial companions |
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Friends from the void before time was woven |
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Honour his crown with words of white fire |
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And carry his robes of light |
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Whither he goes, nobody knows |
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But in the peace of a valley |
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A young child was born |
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Filling the night with his crying |
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And an old man gave thanks to the lord of the ages |
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Who's battle is not with innocence |
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But the birds of the air were silent |
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Knowing that time had come when time was forgotten |
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The waters were stilled |
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The mountains stood empty |
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And the cities were deaf |
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Long, long ago |
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Enough |
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Cried a voice |
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And the earth was awakened |
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Poor and the rich fell to ring of the fire |
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Death and destruction rode out together |
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Turning the world to a funeral pyre |
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It was the lord of the ages, |
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Gathering in the harvest |
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I said the lord of the ages |
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Gathering in the harvest |
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Oh, lord |
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Gathering in the harvest |
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Gathering in the harvest |
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(repeated by backing vocals) |
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And from the blood and the thunder of men and their dying |
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His eyes dark with sorrow |
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The lord of the ages |
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Gathered in his harvest |
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Gathering in the harvest |
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(repeated by backing vocals) |
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But to the old and helpless |
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The weak and the humble |
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To the children of light |
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His words of compassion breezed on them gently |
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Dissolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire |
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And from the death and destruction |
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The lord of the ages |
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Carried the fruit to the harvest |
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To freedom |
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Lord of the ages, nobody knows |
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Whither he goes, nobody knows |
