Glorious Glory

Diamond shot eyes
Clicking in time
See through the narrow spaces and lines
Perilous times salted and brined
Sealed up in barrels packed up in pine
And did he tell you the story
Of the glorious glory
That can never be touched or felt
But we believe to be true
Sparrows entwine shrouded in vines
Have replaced the marrow
And straighted the spine
A horse shot with iron
Stamps just behind
A forehead thats furrowed
A face wrecked by time
And did he tell you the story
Of the glorious glory
That can never be touched or felt
But we believe to be true