Ancient Warrior - Black Sabbath

There’s no end, there’s no beginning to the old man’s story

Does he still remember me from lives gone by?

I see his spirit rising upon the black of time

I’ve got nowhere to hide

Will he keep a place for me?

He is the king of all kings

The keeper of light

He holds eternity’s wings

In his eyes, an ocean’s burning

Swollen sweat of tears

Troubled mind, the beating war drums in his ears

No-one ever hears his warning

Am I the one he calls?

When they tell me they’re afraid, some say I’ll be put away

He is the king of all kings

The keeper of light

He holds eternity’s wings

My blood will spill my blood

My blood will spill my blood

In the wisdom of the prophet’s never-ending tale

Open up the eyes within your mind, he says

Crowned in his ancient glory

There’s a king within us all

Some will say it’s all in vain, that he doesn’t have a name

He is the king of all kings

The keeper of light

He holds eternity’s wings