Ancient Of The Old

Seals & Croft

On a crisp as bacon morning

With the sunshine on my head

From the twilight of the dawning

Raised myself up from my bed

Fixed mine eyes upon a favour

Like no mortal eye behold

Then I chose to taste the flavour

Of the Ancient of the Old



On a chill as winter evening

In a doubtful circumstance

He stopped the evil breathing

Of a one time's serpent's chance

Old black sea with silver lining, how I long with all my soul

To quaff the mystic fragrance

Of the Ancient of the Old



From a red as amber burning

With the Chalice in my hand

I know there is no turning

I must now obey Command

At last Decree has destined

Now the mystery untold

Will shine in all it's glory

From the Ancient of the Old