Lyrics Ancient Lands - LorD and Master
There
comes
a
time
in
the
history
of
all
the
lands
When
we
consider
our
past
and
the
blood
on
our
hands
We
may
be
absolved
by
our
enlightened
thinking
But
there's
often
no
denying
the
bloodline
linking
Us
to
our
forebears'
terrible
actions
And,
embarrassed,
we
teach
our
history
with
redactions
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Yes,
the
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Of
mice
and
men,
the
best
laid
plans
Fall
apart,
for
time
runs
as
sands
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
All
across
these
ancient
lands
Conquerers
and
colonisers
Pillaged
their
way
across
the
globe
Why
should
they
celebrated
Given
a
crown
and
a
robe
History
is
drenched
with
blood
Of
the
underprepared
Invasions
brought
great
misery
For
those
who
dared
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Yes,
the
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Of
mice
and
men,
the
best
laid
plans
Fall
apart,
for
time
runs
as
sands
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
All
across
these
ancient
lands
Though
it's
thought
we've
come
to
our
senses
But
then
there's
corporate
greed
Driving
up
the
poverty
There
are
more
mouths
to
feed
A
class
system,
us
and
them
Not
in
my
back
yard
Bushfires
raging
out
of
control
Our
precious
Earth
is
scarred
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Yes,
the
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
Of
mice
and
men,
the
best
laid
plans
Fall
apart,
for
time
runs
as
sands
The
devil
makes
work
for
idle
hands
All
across
these
ancient
lands
There
comes
a
time
in
the
history
of
all
the
lands
When
we
consider
our
past
and
the
blood
on
our
hands
We
may
be
absolved
by
our
enlightened
thinking
But
there's
often
no
denying
the
bloodline
linking
Us
to
our
forebears'
terrible
actions
And,
embarrassed,
we
teach
our
history
with
redactions
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