Jesca Hoop The Kingdom Lyrics

All of the fallen on the ground
Hollarin ground
I lay down a shrine and I
Come with the autumn
To tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a soft down

For all are waiting
All in line
Brethren bathin'
Bones in brine
Separate your light from lime
Our mortal bind

Under the spell of full November moon
Light on the broom
Frost in my room
In through the window
Came a ghost I knew

She paid me a visit while I was in my bed
Sleepy she said
Sleep as though dead
For in the morning you are called
Is what she said

To the high desert
War is raging
You must go to the battlefield
And follow the cry of men rampaging
And gather the ones that won't heal

Down through a cloud of smoke to the promise land
Many are dead
River runs red
"For my god and for my king" is what he said

I came to my knees with my lips to his ear
My hand to his chest
His wounded breast
For my god and for my king I will not rest

But in the high desert
You are dying
For your god and his ghost and the son
Do not hold to the earth on which you are lying
For the kingdom can never be won

All of the fallen under ground
Hollarin ground
I lay down a shrine and i
Come with the autumn to
Tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a soft down

For all are waiting
All in line
Brethren bathing bones in brine
Separate your light from lime
Let go of the earth