Glory — Kamelot

sworn by the crown I lead a crusade fight for belief to be one

out in the field fearless and cold building the road to my Calvary

strong is my steel dark is my mind carmine the ground that I tread

faith in my god keeps me alive but when does my faith turn to doubt

silently watching the rain carving the earth on my grave lord you know that I prayed one for the glory and one for the souls that I've slain

how will I know how could I tell where would I find some serenity

sowing the seed unwounded I bleed lord won't you show me the way

christ is the cross that I bear god is the will of my war faint are the voices I hear whispers of glory...

christ is the cry of despair cursing the day I was born this is the faith that we share left with the glory and suffering of souls that we've torn