Song | Further Up & Further In |
Artist | Glass hammer |
Album | Lex Rex |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
So the soldier reckoned he had heard from God | |
Surely God had called him from some lofty realm on high | |
Off to the temples now | |
Search Him out | |
But a snare was planted there | |
Pleasing to the eye | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me -- glory | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me -- glory | |
Oh my heart finds true love | |
I’ll end my quest for you | |
Happiness | |
Did you find it in her arms | |
Did you sense it in her spirit | |
Joy like a shadow | |
Found in her dark embrace | |
Tell me | |
Did you promise her the moon | |
Pledge to her the sunshine | |
Here on the front line | |
Where you had fought to free your soul | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
Hey now | |
Did you find that which you longed for | |
The thing which you called glory | |
What is the story | |
Have you forgotten all that you’d learned | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
So she spoke of the hidden things | |
Elder gods and the fairy kings | |
That dance in the groves | |
Bathed in the moonlight they sing | |
So you had to see for yourself | |
Now you’ll have to admit to yourself | |
What waited in dusky dales | |
Were nothing but fairy tales | |
And to think you nearly had it once | |
The hope of glory calls to everyone | |
Each of us | |
Who yearning | |
Will listen | |
Came the time to bid her farewell | |
Came the time to be rid of her spell | |
The ways of a warrior | |
Are seldom forgotten for long | |
Say good-bye to hearth and home | |
Heed the call and return to Rome | |
Take up the sword once more | |
And sail to some foreign shore |
So the soldier reckoned he had heard from God | |
Surely God had called him from some lofty realm on high | |
Off to the temples now | |
Search Him out | |
But a snare was planted there | |
Pleasing to the eye | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me glory | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me glory | |
Oh my heart finds true love | |
I' ll end my quest for you | |
Happiness | |
Did you find it in her arms | |
Did you sense it in her spirit | |
Joy like a shadow | |
Found in her dark embrace | |
Tell me | |
Did you promise her the moon | |
Pledge to her the sunshine | |
Here on the front line | |
Where you had fought to free your soul | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
Hey now | |
Did you find that which you longed for | |
The thing which you called glory | |
What is the story | |
Have you forgotten all that you' d learned | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
So she spoke of the hidden things | |
Elder gods and the fairy kings | |
That dance in the groves | |
Bathed in the moonlight they sing | |
So you had to see for yourself | |
Now you' ll have to admit to yourself | |
What waited in dusky dales | |
Were nothing but fairy tales | |
And to think you nearly had it once | |
The hope of glory calls to everyone | |
Each of us | |
Who yearning | |
Will listen | |
Came the time to bid her farewell | |
Came the time to be rid of her spell | |
The ways of a warrior | |
Are seldom forgotten for long | |
Say goodbye to hearth and home | |
Heed the call and return to Rome | |
Take up the sword once more | |
And sail to some foreign shore |
So the soldier reckoned he had heard from God | |
Surely God had called him from some lofty realm on high | |
Off to the temples now | |
Search Him out | |
But a snare was planted there | |
Pleasing to the eye | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me glory | |
Priestess, beauty | |
Show me glory | |
Oh my heart finds true love | |
I' ll end my quest for you | |
Happiness | |
Did you find it in her arms | |
Did you sense it in her spirit | |
Joy like a shadow | |
Found in her dark embrace | |
Tell me | |
Did you promise her the moon | |
Pledge to her the sunshine | |
Here on the front line | |
Where you had fought to free your soul | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
Hey now | |
Did you find that which you longed for | |
The thing which you called glory | |
What is the story | |
Have you forgotten all that you' d learned | |
Look at the warrior | |
He has lost his sword and | |
Fallen at the feet of love | |
So she spoke of the hidden things | |
Elder gods and the fairy kings | |
That dance in the groves | |
Bathed in the moonlight they sing | |
So you had to see for yourself | |
Now you' ll have to admit to yourself | |
What waited in dusky dales | |
Were nothing but fairy tales | |
And to think you nearly had it once | |
The hope of glory calls to everyone | |
Each of us | |
Who yearning | |
Will listen | |
Came the time to bid her farewell | |
Came the time to be rid of her spell | |
The ways of a warrior | |
Are seldom forgotten for long | |
Say goodbye to hearth and home | |
Heed the call and return to Rome | |
Take up the sword once more | |
And sail to some foreign shore |