Swans -- Song for a Warrior

There is a growing Golden light Flowered and folding Behind the mirror of your eyes If an angel could hold up In his poshed white hand I know he believes it Like a bird to the sky Now you are a warrior Who will conquer this land On a horse made of clouds You will scour the sands Some people say God is long dead But I heard something inside you With my head to your chest Oh, then All the wrong They say I have done Their lies A seed Of a million more Just waiting to become Send them home Send them home Send them home Send them home Use your sword Use your voice And destroy And destroy Then begin again