Our eyes have seen no glory for the coming of the lord
He has left us in the field, dying by the sword.
And are our fates sealed? Has our spirit’s blood been poured?
As Truth goes crawling on.


I had seen him in the eyes of the dying boys at last,
I knew it was him as the fatal dies were cast,
I have seen him in the fire, burning like the past
And I hear him in the crying of every bugles blast
The spirit struggles on.

The spirits flares are flashing, even in defeat,
searching, seeking always for a man who won’t retreat.
A man whose heart is loyal, marching to the beat
A man whose spirit’s full of scorching flaming heat
The flame still burning on.

Glory, glory, we’ve let the spirit die,
Glory, glory, we’ve killed him with our lies,
Glory, glory, we’ve let the spirit die,
The spirit goes fighting on.