A Hill To Die Upon - A Jester Arrayed In Burning Gold lyrics

[Music by Thor Georg Buer; Lyrics by R. Michael Cook] "Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old day Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." [- Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses 65-70] Share not the cup I have wantonly sipped: the cradle that has been finally tipped. In fool’s garb do I before thee appear, with signs and sounds fit for stirring fear. yet the mask hides what is truly between my emerald eyes and the j**els that are seen. First we eat, then we drink, then we sing ourselves hoarse to the ever brightening sun. Tread ye not, now, where I have failed. That spirit has flown, that ship has sailed. My feet have failed to dance the steps, and for bare bones I have loved and wept; arrayed am I in burning, Trojan gold for the sake of He who’s name I hold First we eat, then we drink, then we sing ourselves hoarse to the ever brightening sun.