Betrayal - Stroll Thru A Wicked Age Lyrics
To him oh shame, they're children, piteous babesThey slay their blood, they poured out in his nameWith wailing cries and tears and rueCalled sadness need as pain they knewThe land of old centuries past has a story to be toldFrom a time known as the iron age to the present secrets they do holdScotland, Denmark, Ireland and the British isle shoresHome the history of Druid worship and the Celtic tales unfoldDarkening themselves with grim understandings of mystic Celtic godsBlood thirsty for their ritualistic slaughter they commit human lifeTo death they fall in wasted form to appease the earth and godsBurned and slashed and drained of blood they're given in vain with easeWith grim grappling they reared this wind wormRain racked ring of lateSomeone digging found a drift of white pebblesA bronze knife and children's fire charred bonesCircular stones erected as a place of sacrednessArranged for their temple of dedicatory offeringsMonumentarily built thousands of years before the Lord's birthThese stones cradled little children to their incinerated deathBeltain fires burned a blaze atop the hillsWaiting for offerings they kill for the sake of the livingThe fear of sickness and famine compel to dance this ceremonyThe sun and the moon is for them death and life as they passTheir fateful tears through this wicked ageIntervening the church witness the need for reform on their Godless pagan dayYeilding to these calendar high points but people yearn for these festive timesThey change the name of their holiday to assume Christian statusWill they forsake ceremonies of old, do the religions of the seasons fade away?Now a day given much feeding as children dress
