Glorious Glory

Diamond shot eyes

Clicking in time

See through the narrow spaces and lines

Perilous times salted and brined

Sealed up in barrels packed up in pine

And did he tell you the story

Of the glorious glory

That can never be touched or felt

But we believe to be true

Sparrows entwine shrouded in vines

Have replaced the marrow

And straighted the spine

A horse shot with iron

Stamps just behind

A forehead thats furrowed

A face wrecked by time

And did he tell you the story

Of the glorious glory

That can never be touched or felt

But we believe to be true