I stayed the beast,
I looked to the east.
A trumpet blows,
Glory glows.
What is it I’ve done,
It has only begun.
The steep descent,
But I don’t feel spent.
I stayed the beast,
I looked to the east.
A trumpet blows,
Glory glows.
What is it I’ve done,
It has only begun.
The steep descent,
But I don’t feel spent.
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