Anna Montgomery Dark Ages Lyrics

He was a wanderin man, never wanted no roots
Those belonged to the trees, not to his boots
With plenty of lifetimes under his belt
He watched the people play fast with the hand they were dealt

He'd rather chatter with the animals, sing to the moon
Light a good fire, and sleep to the tune
Of the deep low sounds of the tribal guitar
His soul was bound right then to the

Dark Ages
Where history stopped turning pages
The lights went out, the mighty did fall
He loved that lifetime most of all Now the laws of the land let the weak man rise
But nature looks you right in the eye
And it don't take pity, and it don't spare pain
It'll take your life with nothing to gain

He knew the times were brutal oh but he didn't mind
Cuz the world was desperate for life to rewind
To the deep low sounds of the tribal guitar
Where souls get bound right back for the

Dark Ages
Where history stopped turning pages
The lights went out, the might did fall
He loved that lifetime most of all