Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puer Ferox Adventus, artist - Ian Anderson.
Date of issue: 13.04.2014
Song language: English
Puer Ferox Adventus |
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 |
twelve 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 |
lt’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. |