The Battle Of Evermore
Robert Plant
Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley blow,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon
Waiting for the eastern glow
The apples of the valley hold,
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no
Dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red
Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up you swords and fly
The sky is filled with good,
And bad that mortals never know
Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before
No comfort has the fire at night,
That lights the face so cold
Oh dance in the dark of night,
sing to the morning light
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by with flames
From the dragon of darkness,
The sunlight blinds his eyes