King Crimson The Battle Of Glass Tears Lyrics

The Battle Of Glass Tears Lyrics

Night enfolds her cloak of holes

Around the river meadow.

Old
moon-light stalks by broken ploughs

Hides spokeless wheels in shadow.

Sentries lean on thorn wood spears

Blow on their hands, stare
eastwards.



Burnt with dream and taut with fear

Dawn's misty
shawl upon them.

Three hills apart great armies stir

Spit oat and
curse as day breaks.

Forming lines of horse and steel

By even yards
march forward.