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