Praise the Emperor Beyond the Sea (Narnia Song)

Song: Praise the Emperor Beyond the Sea
Music, Lyrics & Voices: Ai

[Verse1]
Upon the furthest shore of Dawn,
Where waters gleam and cease to be,
Resides the source of all that was,
The Emperor Beyond the Sea.

He etched the Deep and Deeper Magic,
On his scepter bright with law,
A promise made before the worlds,
A bond without a flaw.

[Chorus]
So praise the Emperor of All,
Who sits beyond the final tide,
Whose silent wisdom, just and deep,
The turning cosmos holds inside.

For every tale of courage told,
For every spring the Lion brings,
Is but a verse in praise of him,
The King of all created things.

[Verse2]
The Narnian world was sung to life,
A whisper from his voice,
He set the sun and stars to dance,
And gave the beasts a choice.

His son, the Lion, walks among us,
With voice of thunder and of might,
Yet serves his greater Father's will,
To bring to pass the right.

[Chorus]
So praise the Emperor of All,
Who sits beyond the final tide,
Whose silent wisdom, just and deep,
The turning cosmos holds inside.

For every tale of courage told,
For every spring the Lion brings,
Is but a verse in praise of him,
The King of all created things.

[Verse3]
The Witch, who thought the world her prize,
And claimed a traitor's due,
Had never guessed the deeper plan,
That Aslan held in view.

For higher still than ancient laws,
A magic from before all time,
Allowed the blameless Lion's death,
To cleanse the traitor's crime.

[Chorus]
So praise the Emperor of All,
Who sits beyond the final tide,
Whose silent wisdom, just and deep,
The turning cosmos holds inside.

For every tale of courage told,
For every spring the Lion brings,
Is but a verse in praise of him,
The King of all created things.

[Verse4]
Though unseen and without form,
His presence holds the sway,
His truth is what the honest seek,
And guides them on their way.

He is the King of every realm,
On Earth and star, in wood and sea,
His country waits beyond the waves,
For those who answer, "He knows me".

[Chorus]
So praise the Emperor of All,
Who sits beyond the final tide,
Whose silent wisdom, just and deep,
The turning cosmos holds inside.

For every tale of courage told,
For every spring the Lion brings,
Is but a verse in praise of him,
The King of all created things.