The teacher of truth told tales of trouble times that would begin
And the cynical sewer sowed the sorrowful seeds of seven sins
The people placed a prize upon the prince of perfect peace
And the one who wooed the world was wounded
Look unto the east
The morning moved in mournfully with many moments smart
My brawny beast who beat the beauty, bound and bit and barred
They laid the lash upon him low, his lips moved not the least
See him come from where he did go now
Look unto the east
The devil threw his darts and the dearest dove came dropping down
But the spirit slips in soft and sweetly, unseen with no sound
The comforter, the counsellor with us 'til time is ceased
And the groom will return for his bride
Look unto the east
And the groom will return for his bride
Look unto the east
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