Letra de A Jester Arrayed in Burning Gold - A Hill To Die Upon

"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 ?yes and the jew?ls that are seen

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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