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Spiritus Sanctus, Anno, Anno Mundi
Spiritus Sanctus, Anno, Anno Mundi

Can you see me, are you near me?
Can you hear me crying out for life?
Can you tell me, where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights

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When it's over, you'll find the answer
Running in the whispering rain
Anno Mundi, can you wonder?
Truth of thunder, life or blame

Do you see a vision of a perfect place?
Does it make you laugh? Put a smile on your face?
Do you need a mirror? Do you see it well?
Does the hand of God still toll the bell?

There are people laughing, they're all laughing at you
If only they could see what you're saying was true, ooh, yeah
Still generals fighting, making war on the world
Don't they know? Don't they know? No, no, no

As the wind of the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Anno Mundi, yeah

Do you follow the path that so many tread?
Are you among the blind, so easily lead?
Do you join in the war? Do you fight for the cause?
Depend on another to fight it alone

As the wind of the night blows cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
No, no, no

Spiritus Sanctus, Anno, Anno Mundi
Spiritus Sanctus, Anno, Anno Mundi
Can you see me now? Oh, oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now? Oh, no

Can you tell me where's the glory?
Ride the days and sail the nights
When it's over, you'll find the answer
Running in the rain
Truth of thunder, life or blame

There's a hope that's growing, and a vision too
All those angry hearts now reach out for you
Do you look to the dawn? See a new day begun?
No longer the fool, the vision is done

As the winds of the night blow cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Your eyes are burning

And the winds of the night blow cold
Your eyes are burning
And the sands of our time grow old
Your eyes are burning

Writer(s): Anthony Iommi

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