Puer Ferox Adventus - Ian Anderson

Puer Ferox Adventus - Ian Anderson
The brash North wind strikes
Upon the isle of Lindisfarne
I offer searching souls the wisdom of my years
These lessons writ 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
Saturn's solstice yuletide blotted
Blended in cynic innocence
Meet in Milan and host the party
Safer to sit astride the fence
What is this book these airy pages
Scribed and scribbled with latitude
Tallest tales for poor and needy in wide
Eyed wonder at faith renewed
Words of gospel and redemption
Absolution if we repent
Emperor's deathbed late salvation
Baptism in dubious testament
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry man
There's a new age dawning
Here to an old age plan
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
Ducked his head with the mad-john prophet
West bank desert doubts and fear
White magic healing and exorcism got
Country well good men now the gang's all here
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry man
There's a new age dawning
Here to an old age plan
Proclamation divine seed sown
Did he really say that thing
On donkey colt calm to the Passion knowing
Full well what the charge must bring
The body bread a farewell supper
Bounty silver a kiss betrayed
It's a long hard haul that Via Dolorosa
No last contrition quite unafraid
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry man
There's a new age dawning
Here to an old age plan
There's a wild child coming
There's an angry man
There's a new age dawning
Here to an old age plan