A Path to Glory Lyrics

A flock of pale white swans, agitated
Harnessed to his chariot of golden hue
With a cry he rose to the sky
Journeying on a shaft on sunlight
Breaking through grey clouds he flew
Bathed in glory and then was gone

High above clouds he now dwells
Blue the sky, bright the sun
Glorified spirits draped in shimmering robes
Adorned with night-black tresses

They with snowy skin and eyes of stone grey
Run through lush fields of green
They drink from sparkling clear pools
And eat from the eternal harvest

By his side they sojourn
He now crowned with whitethorn blossoms
With endless strength he runs as deer across the plain
No suffering, wounds or scars,
He who dwells in eternal peace

Each day unending,
Eternal happiness does dwell
Rest at last for the weary soul
And peace for tortured mind

Rest at last for the weary soul
Peace at last for the mind
Death sweet, come to tortured heart
Skewered by lonely time
In endless bliss he now dwells
To him I must fly