Besedila: Kamelot. Glory.

Sworn by the crown
I lead a crusade
Fight for belief to be one

Out in the field
Fearless and cold
Building the road to my Calvary

Strong is my steel
Dark is my mind
Carmine the ground that I tread

Faith in my God
Keeps me alive
But when does my faith turn to doubt

Silently watching the rain
Carving the earth on my grave
Lord, you know that I prayed
One for the glory and one for the souls that I've slain

How will I know?
How could I tell?
Where would I find some serenity?

Sowing the seed
Unwounded, I bleed
Lord, won't you show me the way?

Christ is the cross that I bear
God is the will of my war
Faint are the voices I hear
Whispers of glory

Christ is the cry of despair
Cursing the day I was born
This is the faith that we share
Left with the glory and suffering of souls that we've torn