Gwendolen & The Gates Of Ren
Rusty sword
Blood impales
Arrows lost
Broken tales
Dead men’s chests
Over wood
Our last breath
What we could
Just to feel
The stars again
The wind in sail
The hands of Gwendolen
Our true loves heart
It is the fire
That helped our life
Reach past desire
Into the spirit realm again
Our souls will pass the gates of Ren
Unto the table of the lord
I Am my shield
I Am my sword
And bow in courteous delight
As angels left and angels right
Clothe our spirits in raiment’s holy might
Lift our souls to heavens sacred rite
Refresh our souls
Renew our vigour
Pass judgement
On our mortal figure
When done we hear a trumpet high
That fills the soul
That fills the sky
Our hearts in bliss for all to see
Our beautiful Gwendolen is here and free
She takes our hands and leads us up
To empty the purse of this mortal cup
And us so willing and sure inside
Follow her in our heart she is our tide
The pains of this realm
Flow from our sin
The angels sigh inside within
The cup overflows with grief and pain
We see through new eyes
We are ourselves again
She looks at us in glory pure
Our souls entwine our hearts confer
The light and dark of a universe divine
Is at our feet is beyond sublime
We are truly one
A single light
That knows no fear
That sees through night
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