Ancient of Days

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