A Jester Arrayed In Burning Gold Lyrics
| Song | A Jester Arrayed In Burning Gold |
| Artist | A Hill To Die Upon |
| Album | Holy Despair |
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| [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 jewels 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. |
| 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 6570 | |
| 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 jewels 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. |
| 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 6570 | |
| 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 jewels 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. |
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