Ancient of Days - Sorne

Came to me

in the dead of a pagan night

with tidings of a boy

in the name of a god

came in me

at the end of a pagan age

with tidings of the end

of an ancient reign

brother dear

in the spite of your angry zeal

you killed our father here

in the name of a god

godless I

see the end of the ageless days

and search our land in vain

for a hiding place

I saw you in my sleep

Ancient of Days

Beautiful like

tears of rain

and dangerous

black mountain pain

I hear your voice inside my eyes

and so I travel north to my father’s grave

to stand beside the boy with the name of a god

brother dear in the night of this pagan day

I shall defend our name

for the sake of your god

father I

hear your voice

calling me home