Bronze Glazed Trophy

The attack of virtues destroyed Ancient thoughts seek new beginnings Missile traced land cultivated by might Beyond the distance beholds new light. And the books foretold these days to come Flaming birds to ignite the sky The earth to quake as mountains crumble Within the depths hides the eyes of man In the words of their God Amen. A steed stands in triumph A site within it’s fiery glare Bronze glazed trophy of God’s hand Looking forth to the rainbow cleared sky Bold in the Heavens eye. Together we take upon this desolate wasteland Where life strives no more Heat scorched bodies molded in their flesh burnt scent Lie scattered about Struck down by the hand of government. Still I ride this valiant steed Images in a waking dream Chasing the distant rainbow of promise For man to regain life within a new light We shall ride on through the night. Unto the ancients as they rescind from the sky Seeking new ways for mankind Forgiveness of their hatred sins For life is love without the bomb Or else mankind was wrong.