was impervious to hammer spear and sword All seemed hopeless as none could stop this beast News traveled all across the land Far away our hero heard the tales
: Moon... is black tonight Silence... is mantling every sound Shadows... coming down the hills Fires... are burning in the clearing Witches... are dancing
: Puranas: The Ancient probes still further into the past beyound the point of remembering. Here Steve's guitar is pivotal in sharpening reflection on
in the tale of heathens His sword was honoured by blood His town praised his skills of fight His ennemies respected him He was a dangerous man in the ancient
Puranas: The Ancient probes still further into the past beyound the point of remembering. Here Steve's guitar is pivotal in sharpening reflection on
Grendel was impervious to hammer spear and sword All seemed hopeless as none could stop this beast News traveled all across the land Far away our hero heard the tales
's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost symbols speak in cryptic codes Ancient
be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la-la Don we now our gay apparel Fa-la-la, fa-la-la Fa-la-la, fa-la-la-la Troll the ancient yuletide carol Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la
the hall Then in the evening The vanquished would rise up With the victors And feast one and all Written on the runes The many tales of men of old Ancient
I've seen the Universe Shining from so far I met a thousand kings Dying for their lust for gold Heroes from ancient tales Vanish in their glory... But
falconeer, Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near Photons and gammas, rays and beams Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient
water 'cross the lost city Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti In continents, trade off for payoff And high concepts then lost to K-Os Many tales
sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city Wide angle watcher On life's ancient tales Steeped in the
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson I. prelude When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients first began The gods
back in the past I saw his ending Long before it started I knew his name He's the one who took the sword out of the stone It's how that ancient tale
And their cannons put an end to our holy singin' of (oh) the first cowboys were doing the ghostdance singin' (oh) the first cowboys were doing the ghostdance Hypnotized by my tale
surpassed celestial gates of light I left the worldly spheres behind into atmospheres unknow to the planet of silence ancient tales have told of sphinx
