Anna Montgomery - Dark Ages Lyrics
He was a wanderin man, never wanted no rootsThose belonged to the trees, not to his bootsWith plenty of lifetimes under his beltHe watched the people play fast with the hand they were dealtHe'd rather chatter with the animals, sing to the moonLight a good fire, and sleep to the tuneOf the deep low sounds of the tribal guitarHis soul was bound right then to theDark AgesWhere history stopped turning pagesThe lights went out, the mighty did fallHe loved that lifetime most of allNow the laws of the land let the weak man riseBut nature looks you right in the eyeAnd it don't take pity, and it don't spare painIt'll take your life with nothing to gainHe knew the times were brutal oh but he didn't mindCuz the world was desperate for life to rewindTo the deep low sounds of the tribal guitarWhere souls get bound right back for theDark AgesWhere history stopped turning pagesThe lights went out, the might did fallHe loved that lifetime most of all
