Through the Fire
Golden Sphinx on its wings,
soaring high, soaring high,
smouldering smoke all around,
flying to azure sky.
Gleaming white, the horses neigh
victory be our desire!
strike the cymbals, draw the swords,
let Sun glisten on sapphire!
Chorus
through the fire, through the fire!
riding through the fields of fire!
Tarry not, the time is ripe,
we have all we require,
golden sphinx circles around,
he is on to enemy lair.
March on! through blinding smoke,
know no fear, nor quagmire,
Hope greets, where the brave go,
raise the victory to admire!
Chorus
through the fire, through the fire
riding through the fields of fire!
4th placement
Chariots of Fire, Lyric song contest
Sponsor John Hamilton
Written 24/07/2020
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