Letras de Musicas em Ingles - Aula 0008

Magna Carta - Lord of the Ages



LORD OF THE AGES

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'd 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 that beheld them.

Lord of the Ages
Nobody knows
Whither he goes.
Nobody knows.

Below a dark forest, in caves of black granite,
The children of darkness dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion,
For 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 paths of evil.

Lord of the Ages
Nobody knows
Whither he goes.
Nobody knows.

Far above the wide ocean and thundering rivers,
Through the sun and the rain and the turn of the seasons,
Rode the god of all knowing.
While all about him, celestial companions,
Friends from the void before time was woven,
Honoured his crown with words of white fire
And carried 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
Whose battle is not with innocence.
But the birds of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time was forgotten.
The waters were stilled,
And the mountains stood empty,
For the cities were deaf
Long, long ago.

‘Enough’ cried a voice
And the earth was awakened,
The poor and the rich felt the plague and 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 saw the Lord of the Ages
Gathering in the harvest,
Gathering in the harvest.

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.

But to the old and the helpless,
The weak and the humble,
To the children of light,
His words of compassion breathed 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 of the harvest
To freedom.

Lord of the Ages
Nobody knows
Whither he goes.
Nobody knows.