The
brash north wind strikes upon this high,
loveling this time.
I offer searching souls the wisdom of my years.
These lessons written in book of ages,
holy past.
The agony,
the righteous path to steer between the waves,
the dark abyss tied to the mast.
This sponge of pragmatic Constantine
mops them all up and wipes them clean.
It's all okay, it's all official.
The Christ child advent here to be seen.
Catherine Solstice, yuletide blotted.
Blended in cynic innocence.
Meet in Milan and host the party.
Safer to sit aside the fence.
What is this book?
These airy pages.
Scribe and scribble the latitude.
Tallest tales for poor and needy.
In wide-eyed wonder at faith renewed.
The words of gospel and redemption.
Absolution if we repent.
Emperor's deathbed, late salvation.
Baptism in tibious testament.
There's a wild child coming.
There's a vain, greedy man.
There's a new age coming here to an old,
great beached man.
Manic mother, her child gone missing.
Found in the temple with the elder men.
Gone about his father's business.
Yeah, but he soon goes missing once again.
Dumped his head with the match on puppet.
West bank desert,
doubts and fear.
White magic, healing and exorcism.
Got 12 good men now the gang's all here.
There's a wild child coming.
There's a vain, greedy man.
There's a new age coming here to an old beached plan.
To an old beached plan.
To an old beached plan.
Proclamation divine seed sown.
Did he really say that thing?
On donkey cold come to the passion.
Knowing full well what the charge must bring.
The bonnie bread of farewell supper.
Bounty's silver, a kiss betrayed.
It's a long hard haul that Fiat Dallarosa.
No last contrition, quiet and afraid.
There's a wild child coming.
There's a vain, greedy man.
There's a new age coming here
to an old beached plan.
There's a wild child coming.
There's an angry man.
There's a new age coming here
to an old beached plan.