Desolate Kings (demo '90)


Fear stalks the shaken heart
a grasp on a weary soul
Taking hold of who you are

A faded sight in the distance
The promises of long ago
Are in a Book with hidden treasures
For those of the Holy Ghost

In our dreams there is no fear
To our Father we are compelled
To us His love is extended
Yet He holds the keys to death and hell

Knights of the round table around the table of Kings
Horses prepared for the battle in flight with Victor's wings

Jesus the finisher or our faith
We go by what the Spirit says
He shows us that He really cares
His heart holds no hatred there

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