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