The Church - Kings lyrics

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See history fade, it's crystal clear

Aurora what you doing here

Buttering the mouths of thieves

Shutter speed your bleeding leaves

In gardens in the orient

Likelihood is good and spent

Herod nods beneath the palms

Holds poor baby in his arms

Tunis and Sardinia

The oceans growing hungrier

Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight

Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright

And kings will come, years will pass

Stars burn cold beneath the glass

And days will glow in distant time

In this storied haze the zephyrs graze

In deserts where the dust storm blows

And lush black swamps where mandrake grows

We're marching laughing to the drum

Waiting for those kings to come

And kings will come and years will pass

Stars burn cold beneath the glass

And days will blow in distant time

In this storied haze the zephyrs graze

An infant with the voice of a crone

In Nebuchanezzars parking zone

Calls out my lord your end is nigh

I didn't mean to make you cry

In deserts where the dust storm blows

And lush black swamps where mandrake grows

We're marching laughing to the drum

Waiting for those kings to come

The circus sun in Nero eyes

The lions and the Christians rise

Software sings and hardware hears

We're destined babe to live these years