memory's kept me enthralled Chorus: On the fields, the fields of glory On the fields where boys become men On the fields, the fields of glory May the
His memory's kept me enthralled Chorus: On the fields, the fields of glory On the fields where boys become men On the fields, the fields of glory May
aint nothing [hook: mos def] yo the king closed his cloak the set was over fo' such a excellent moment so emotional they rushed out on the field so
gets mine But, yo, the kill, the fill with force fields and shields And holy steel, a nigga keep it real You know the deal, if the stakes ain't to high
that played a melody And Joseph knew among the straw The glory of divinity The promised Prince of peace Then let us praise His name The baby King of
nations proof The glories of His righteousness And wonders of His love And wonders of His love And wonders, wonders of His love Rejoice, rejoice in the Most High
the lances our sabres held high Hear our battle cry, battle cry The field is now silent conflict is done Marching to glory through rivers of blood To
nations proof The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love; And wonders of His love; And wonders, wonders of His love. Rejoice! Rejoice in the Most High
glory never fade, Righteous fury guide our blades, We march to war! [The Wizards of Vyrgothia:] Darkly bejeweled circlet of night, Crown of the Elder King
O' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! [THE KING:] For the eternal glory of Hyperborea
kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their knees before the king
jets then it ain't nothing Yo the king closed his cloak The set was overful Such a excellent moment So emotional He rushed out on the field So devoted
victory we cry Onto the lances our sabres held high Hear our battle cry, battle cry The field is now silent The conflict is done Marching to glory through
' great king, your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die! [THE KING:] For the eternal glory of Hyperborea
