KING CRIMSON


The Batle Of Glass Tears Lyrics

including: Dawn Song
Last Skirmish
Prince Puppert's Lament

Night enfolds her cloak of holes
Around the river meadow.
Old moon-light stalks by brocken ploughs
Hides spokeless wheels in shadows.
Sentries lean on thorn wood spears
Blow on their hands, stare eastwards.
Burnt with dream and taut with fear
Dawn's misty shawl upon them.
Three hills apart great armies stir
Spit oath and curse as day breaks
Forming lines of horse and steel
By even yards march forward.

Hottest Lyrics with Videos
7886e443a792c634f06cb60b9f07d248

check amazon for The Batle Of Glass Tears mp3 download
these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta

Official lyrics by

Rate The Batle Of Glass Tears by King Crimson (current rating: 7.88)
12345678910
Meaning to "The Batle Of Glass Tears" song lyrics
captcha
Characters count : / 50
Latest Posts