| Lord of the ages rode one night
|
| Out through the gateways of time
|
| Astride a great charger
|
| In a cloak of white samite
|
| 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
|
| While the hooves of his charger
|
| Made comets of fire
|
| Bewitching all eyes
|
| Beheld them
|
| Lord of the ages, nobody knows
|
| Whether he goes, nobody knows
|
| Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
|
| 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
|
| 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
|
| 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 of light
|
| Whither 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
|
| Enough
|
| Cried a voice
|
| And the earth was awakened
|
| 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 said the lord of the ages
|
| Gathering in the harvest
|
| Oh, lord
|
| Gathering in the harvest
|
| Gathering in the harvest (repeated by backing vocals)
|
| And from the blood and the thunder of men and their dying
|
| His eyes dark with sorrow
|
| The lord of the ages
|
| Gathered in his harvest
|
| Gathering in the harvest (repeated by backing vocals)
|
| 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
|
| Lord of the ages, nobody knows
|
| Whither he goes, nobody knows |