Throw Down The Sword

Throw down the sword the fight is done and over. Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle. And turn my weary eyes for home. . There were times when.

The Pilgrim

The King Will Come

In the fire, the king will come. Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun. Count their sins, judgment comes. . The checkerboard of nights and days.