Lyrics

Seven Moons Over Babylon


There's a mist upon the highland, and a figure standing tall
Looking out across the waters of Gull Bay
He's an outcast from his homeland, so betrayed by one he knew
And he must flee if to survive another day.
Like a Falcon in the night he'll find the wind
For he must feel the air of freedom in his veins
Given time he will return, to the land of which he yearns
Born of this land, heart of a king.

Seven Moons over Babylon, they were born of the second sun
From the waters of the black sand to the dust of the ancient ones
Seven nights on a raging sea, so betrayed and so readily
For a pocket full of silver was the price of his loyalty.

Hear the thunder of the horses, as the soldiers make their way
One more hour and they'll be upon him then
Time to bid farewell to old friends, cast a sail for foreign lands
With a sadness in his heart he'll seize the day
There are ghosts amongst the heather of Gull Bay
And they are there along the coastline as she fades,
Under grey October skies, he must sail beyond these isles
Born of this land, heart of a king.

Seven Moons over Babylon, they were born of the second sun
From the waters of the black sand to the dust of the ancient ones.
Seven nights on a raging sea, so betrayed and so readily
For a pocket full of silver was the price of his loyalty.

Time can never right the wrong of old,
And justice that is mine will stand it's ground
For I have vowed I will return and my freedom will be earned,
Born of this land, heart of a king.

Seven Moons over Babylon, they were born of the second sun
From the waters of the black sand to the dust of the ancient ones
Seven nights on a raging sea, so betrayed and so readily
For a pocket full of silver was the price of his loyalty

Who'll be the last man standing ? upon this fateful day
A gathering awaits you on this night
And I will have my justice and you will pay your price
No I shall not be wanting or denied
Born of this land, heart of a king.

Seven Moons over Babylon, they were born of the second sun
From the waters of the black sand to the dust of the ancient ones
Seven nights on a raging sea, so betrayed and so readily
For a pocket full of silver was the price of his
For a pocket full of silver was the price of his loyalty.