The Kingdom

All of the falling on the ground

holder in ground

I lay down a shrine

and I come with the autumn to tear it down

orange and brown

and I lay a soft down

for all the waiting old and thine

brethren bathing bones and brine

separate your light from mine

multiply

Under the spell of full November moon

light on the broom

frost in my room

in through a window came a ghost I knew

oh she paid me a visit while I was in my bed

sleepy, she said,

"sleep as though dead

for in the morning you are called"

is what she said

To the high desert all is raging

you must go to the battlefield

and follow the cry of men rampaging

and gather the ones that won't heal

Down through a cloud of smoke

to the promised land

many are dead

river runs red

for my god and for my king

is what he said

Oh I came down to my knees

with my lips to his ear

my hand to his chest

his wounded breast

for my god and for my king

I will not rest

But in the high desert

you are dying

for your god and his ghost and the son

do not hold to the earth

on which you are lying

for the kingdom can never be won

All of the falling on the ground

holder in ground

I lay down a shrine

and I come with the autumn to tear it down

orange and brown

and I lay a soft down

for all the waiting old and thine

brethren bathing bones and brine

separate your light from mine

let go of the earth