Lyrics from Warrior on the Edge of Time

The Wizard Blew His Horn

(Michael Moorcock)

The Great Hound Barked
And the world turned white
The Great Hound Sighed
And the forest died
The Wizard Blew His Horn
The Wizard Blew His Horn

The snow snake hissed
And the world turned round
The snow snake grinned
In his fine cold sin
When The Wizard Blew His Horn
The Wizard Blew His Horn

The horse wept blood
And the Earth did groan
The tall horse reared
From a lake of tears
To seek a Champion
To seek a Champion

The world was bleak
And the Earth did fear
The Wizard's Horn
Of magic born
So it screamed for a champion
It screamed for a champion

The eagle laughed
And the world grew black
It stretched giant claws
And it snatched the Law
And the Champion stirred in his sleep
The Champion stirred in his sleep

Warriors

(Michael Moorcock)

We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and that
And cut the Enemy down as weeds
We are Humanity's spade, to dig up the roots wherever they have grown
We are Humanity's fire, to burn the waste to the finest ash
We are the wind which will blow the ash away
As if it had never existed

We will destroy those Enemies
But we must first know the Enemies
And the Enemies are the devils that hide in our minds
And make us less than happy
They make us less than happy

We are the warriors at the edge of time
We are the veterans of a savage truth
We are the lost
We are the last
We are the betrayed
We are the betrayed
We are the betrayed................

Standing At The Edge

(Moorcock/House/King/Powell)

We're standing on the edge
The edge of time
And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time
And we're tired of making love

We are the lost, we are the ravaged
We are the unkind
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love

Where are our children
Where are our fathers
Where is our desire
And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time
Where is our joy
Where is our hope
Where is our fire
And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time

We are the lost, we are the forgotten
We are the undying
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
The veterans of a thousand psychic wars
We are ths soldiers at the edge of time
The victims of the savage truth
We are the soldiers at the edge of time
And we're tired of making love

Warrior on the Edge of Time

(Moorcock)

We are standing on the edge
On the edge of time
We are standing on the edge
On the edge of time
We are standing on the edge
And we're tired of making love
We are the warriors at the edge of time
We walk hand in hand with horror
We ride side by side with death
We are the warriors at the end of time
Over poisoned crystal deserts
Where the ruined towers shout
We march towards our dying scarlet sun.
Death
Death to life!
Death!
Death to time!
We bring sweet destruction now to everything.
In our mirrored flashing armour
By our secret, hideous helms
We are the Angels of our ruin
And we climb obsidian mountains
On our final, dreadful quest
Crossing lakes which cry with pain as we pass by
Death to all things living!
Holy death will cleanse the world!
Death, our standard!
Death, our only joy
We are the Warriors at the edge of time
Death to earth and fire and water
Death to light and air and sound
Death to anger, love and sadness
Death to death... and time... and space.
On dead horses our dead riders
Seek the last retreats of life
Life betrayed us now we slay it
Corpses locked in battle
Dancing at the Edge of Time
It's cold at the edge of time
So cold on the edge of time