Coming of the Age
There comes a new horizon,
There beats a different drum,
But I'm not afraid.
Sacred names shall rise again,
So was it scripted,
So shall it soon begin.
Written in all the tongues of time.
Felt in the hearts, souls and minds
Of every artist, poet, foe and friend.
Among the greatest of all men.
Those who choose to follow
Will not grieve or sorrow,
For they shall know
When it comes their day.
Questions, questions that fill the heart
The doubt that perplexes and swells the mind
Are answered when wayward souls
Find their way
In the Coming of the Age.
There beats a different drum,
But I'm not afraid.
Sacred names shall rise again,
So was it scripted,
So shall it soon begin.
Written in all the tongues of time.
Felt in the hearts, souls and minds
Of every artist, poet, foe and friend.
Among the greatest of all men.
Those who choose to follow
Will not grieve or sorrow,
For they shall know
When it comes their day.
Questions, questions that fill the heart
The doubt that perplexes and swells the mind
Are answered when wayward souls
Find their way
In the Coming of the Age.
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