Glory To The King şarkı sözleri

The battle weary bring the wounded home The soles of the dead face the Holy one As the king smiles unto the rose Justified in what he knows Sing glory to the king, for his holy win, Over territory We bury the dead and turn the horses for home After laying a wreath against the last tombstone. A final word for the passing by the holy priest We head for home for a celebratory feast